Tag: Whitestone
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 32
I stood in my bedroom, in the basement of the house I grew up in for potentially the last time. No, it was the last time. It had to be. That house taught me about the pitfalls of life. I stuffed the clothes I wore in the park during the execution into a plastic bag.…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 31
You could meticulously plot out your revenge. You could fantasize about physically harming your enemies. You could daydream about murder. I’m fairly certain it’s normal, a regular occurrence for a human being to do. You can bottle up your hate, and allow your anger to fester and take hold of you, turning you into someone…
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Seano’s First Arrest
Last night two police officers were shot in Harlem. One was shot dead and the second is not expected to survive. My condolences to their friends and family. I tried to be a cop in the mid 2000s , I scored fairly well, although I thought I should have done better. My list number was…
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25 Ta Life
It was sometime in 1996 that I was introduced to one of my all time favorite Hardcore bands. It occurred somewhere between discussing music and graffiti at 21 Park and getting tight fades in Boogie Down Mitchell Gardens, when my friend Dombo gifted me a tape that while the artifact is long gone, the impression…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 30
My father came home from work, clunking about the house, depressed like any other day but he kept it to himself. It made no difference how hard he worked, there would never be enough overtime to get ahead, there was just no way to earn all the money he needed to solve his problems. He…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 29
Once in a while something had to go your way. It couldn’t be all shit all the time. I mean it could but for once we caught a break. We had found our opening. When you’re presented with a chance, a small window to take action, should you take it? Of course, you should. You’re not…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 28
We talked for hours last night about what we don’t want to be. How crucial is that aspect to a great friendship? The simple act of talking. Ozzy and I had done that most nights since we weren’t tall enough to ride the rides at the St. Luke’s fair. We spent so many nights talking…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 27
To say that some mornings are rough is a gross understatement. There was not enough acetaminophen or ibuprofen in the world to combat my headache. Most days I don’t even get hung over but on the days that I did it was treacherous. I could drink a distillery and head to work without any problems…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 26
The small patch of earth we held down, the piece of meager turf we claimed and plunged our invisible flag into was mostly farmland prior to the 1920s. The inhabitants from the surrounding area formed a corporation to purchase the property. It was then handed off to the Parks Department after the corporation failed to…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 25
Whitestone Park was neutral, a shared space since no particular crew claimed the park but many different heads hung out there to chill because of its picturesque scenery. The backdrop for thousands of wedding pictures in cheap frames bought from Genovese. As kids we often pedaled our modified GT Performers and Mongoose BMX bicycles…
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