Hey! whatsamattaYOU?

Last week while my friend Mike was in town, we were hanging around Union Square when Jason called to say I had to come home cause he was locked out, in shorts and no shoes. People often like to test their drag racing skills on 47th Street here in Astoria. In this instance, the guy went onto the sidewalk and rammed a neighbors fence. Then when he tried to get back on the street he rammed a street cleaning sign. Jason ran downstairs to get a plate number and call the cops....grabbed the phone, no keys. Oh yeah, our front door automatically locks. It's always bothered me how people drive around here, especially after seeing that this guy went apeshit in the spot that had the weather been warmer, about 8 of the neighbors would have been sitting in.

So all the morbidness of potentially crushed neighbors aside, I LOVE how crazy they are. Reminds me of my grandmother and all the ridiculous things the old greaseballs in Chicago do. When we got back out here, they were all STILL outside staring at the carnage, and discussing how disappointed they were in the NYPD for not immediately showing up to a hit-(a fence)-and-run where no one got hurt and no one got a plate number. Then one of them asked Jason what color the car was. "White." Then the old man yells "No, it was black, I tell ya it was black." Awesome. It's been 4 days. If my fence was destroyed, i would clean the mess, and do any quick necessary repairs until spring when I would get a new fence. No. Not these people. Everything is exactly where they found it, but duct taped to the driveway to preserve the "crime scene." It rained. They were out this morning repairing the tape/preservation job.

But then a drive to the laundromat and grocery store made me again cringe at the sight of the old people. I'm going to film what goes on in that parking lot. Words cannot do it justice.