September 19, 2003
Live Fight in Union Squre
Live Fight in Union Squre
I'm watching a fight (kind of) between one drunk guy and two other drunk guys live, as I type from Union Square. I love New York. I don't really know what's going on, but here's what I've caught so far.
"You're going to prison, cock sucker." "You're father is a drunken sailor." "Your mother is a homo."
One guy threw what can only be described as an ice cream beverage in the lone guy's face. Now some yuppie is getting involved. Don't know what he said, but he sort of jogged away. The two guys just left, saying "I hope every mother fucker here heard what you said!" This mother fucker did not. Sorry.
The lone guy is now picking frozen dairy drink out of his beard and screaming to anyone who will listen (me.) He just put his shirt back on, left a large pile of crap on the bench and left. Now I know how that sort of stuff ends up by itself on benches.
Update: Sorry. I was wrong. He didn't put his shirt on. He just put a winter jacket on, sans shirt. He's still gone, but some other scary guy just same along, sized up the T-shirt the way you would at Old Navy or something (put it up against his chest and estimated the size) and I guess decided it wouldn't fit. He left it on the bench and walked away. I could do this all day.
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posted by at September 19, 2003 6:23 PM
