We got rid of that Centaur that showed up at the Shirley Pool Party via Jason Rooney's hands. The Centaur Burning was originally planned for the 4th of July but en route Jason Rooney dropped his tranny on the side of the Belt Parkway. There will be many more photos when I download, lost my voice at the party so I am trying to rest.
Every morning pre-beach we head to TJ's to have beach food rations on hand at all times. I usually sit in the car as the others in the car go in to make an order. This time I have 3 ladies with me, Yuki and Minami, both Japanese and Mary who is Chinese. Two construction dudes follow them in. Some clock rotations occur. The two laborers walk out obviously speaking of what they just saw.
" I think they were twins"
Gas station on Neighborhood Road
After driving the outerbeach you have to air your tires up. Saturday the lines were huge so I decided to air up at a gas station. I pull up and the mechanics were checking out the situation. The air machine is of course broken.
"Pull your car up between these two bays."
I pull up and the girls, bikini clad, get out into the parking lot. I go over to the tire he is putting air into.
"Are they all yours" speaking about the girls " I have to commend you for driving around with three beautiful ladies"
We had a party reuniting all the surfers, skateboarders and ladies who they chilled with last weekend in my yard. 43 people showed, we had a keg of Bluepoint Summer Ale and it was insane to see so many faces that I haven't seen in almost 15 years.
it was a usual morning ritual of forgetting to buy half and half Friday night and having to run up to Shop With Us Quality Food Stores just beyond the railroad tracks. With product in hand I waited patiently for the low pants slung teen in front of me to finish his transaction with the store clerk. In my line standing stare I see the boy holding baby food and lotto tickets. The clerk says "we are in New York" and the dude replies "so I can't use these?" "no" with a what are you frickin talking about tone, and the kid leaves empty handed. The white wanna- be inner city looker was trying to buy baby food with Pennsylvania Lotto Tickets. Genius!
We have finally burned through the entire pile of old house. Its been 3 years since gutting and building the humungo wood pile in the yard and many faces have come to say farewell to the old Section 8 dwelling.
So every Tuesday is Wing Night at The Habitat and we load our inner cores with bird parts. But it all comes to a head like a smoking pimple on August 26th, 2008. Be there to watch sickening amounts of chicken go into 12 contestants.