Tag: NYC
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Corned Beef and Cabbage
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a big deal for me. It’s always been that way. A combined celebration, one of ancestry and heritage directly followed by my birthday. A one-two punch. I was almost named Patrick. I like Sean better. I used to go on a proper tear, I might have a touch but it’s…
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Bowery Drift
Trator always drove. It was never a question. I’m not condoning driving under the influence or even advising it, but merely stating how things were then. He loved a combustion engine. Fast cars, faster bikes. Regardless of the level of inebriation, which we just chalked it up as being fun, 98 percent of the time…
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Asian Gang Exorcism
I clearly remember walking into a kitchen in one of the nicer places I’ve resided in my life and seeing my father shirtless and drinking concurrent cups of black coffee while watching a movie on a 12 inch television with rabbit ear antennas. That was his thing. Television and black coffee. I was little, and…
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Accidental Hate Crime
The team waited at The Red Lion on Bleecker Street. We quenched our thirst waiting on RAMS and Lisa to arrive with OG Larry, a friend of a friend from Finglas. We had a little network of pals, some we had never met in person, but spoke to regularly in group chats, and all through…
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Reading List 2022
I’m mildly embarrassed that I only averaged a book a month, and not really even that, but in my defense, I work full time and the occasional overtime shift, with a wife, three small kids and a dog. My free time is limited. I used to crush books back in the day. The truth is…
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Irish Confetti
A car had stopped in the intersection of Willets Point and 149th street but I hadn’t noticed it at first. My friends noticed. I was in front of the mediocre pizzeria, on a strip of stores, that we lazily just called, the stores. Park Seafood, the pizzeria, a liquor store, Mama’s, a little asian run…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 12
The image of that exact house in my mind was irrelevant, of course it had its own characteristics but they didn’t matter, since the same events unfolded in every cursed place we inhabited. We brought our defects with us everywhere we went. Each abode would have the same worn out couch. A great place to…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 9
The lid to the coffin creaked an eldritch gasp as I opened it, after clearing the remotes and books that rested on it, collecting dust. Pangur was at my feet, always by my side, emulating the creaking sound of the coffin with her meowing. I removed the old blankets and sheets and pillow cases from…
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