Travel Plans

Sunday, 2:45AM, outside The NYC Eagle....

Bear 1: So, did you go home with him?

Bear 2: Fuck no, he lives way the fuck out in Brooklyn.

Bear 1: What, you're too good to cross the river?

Bear 2: No, I'll cross the river. But only to Queens or Jersey. Cuz that's like, close. Like, fifteen minutes, tops.

Bear 1: Yeah, but no Brooklyn? That's fucked up.

Bear 2: Dude, he lives in Flatbush. That's like an hour to get to. Fuck that noise, I'm not riding an hour just for a piece of ass. Plus there's the ride home.

Bear 1: Right, right. I feel you.

Bear 2: I also will not go to the Bronx. The Bronx? Fuck that noise. The worst porn I own is still better than riding up to the Bronx for a piece of ass.

Bear 1: What about Staten Island?

Both: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

When I go back inside, they are still laughing. I'd make fun of them, but I won't even cross the river to Queens or Jersey. Or go below Houston. Or above Central Park. Even the Upper West Side, I'd have to think about.

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