Okay, so I wasn't burning up except for the crazy weather we have had the last two weeks but boy was I getting hot when I met one of NYC's Bravest, Fireman Johnson at 84th and 5th Avenue.
After helping my friend Marjon down the hill from the park after he badly sprained his ankle, man is he heavy, we stopped on the corner of 84th and 5th while our other friend went to get his car to take Marjon to the emergency room.
Well, it so happens that there was a fire of some sort taking place on 84th between Madison and 5th. About 4 firetrucks parked on the street and firemen all over.
I had, of course, eyed Mr. Johnson before we even crossed the street. Hard to describe him but was such 'the man'. As we were waiting on the other side he came over and started asking if we needed any help or an ambulance. We told him how our friend had gone for his car and so he stood with us a couple of more minutes looking down at the foot and talking with us.
One of those moments is what I had last week on the subway as I was headed uptown to Central Park...I do believe it was on Monday. Forgive the lateness of this post but seemed silly to write it but can't get it out of my head.
I was sitting on the C train on my way to 86th Street and CPW (Central Park West, for non-New Yorkers). I had just sat down in one of the double seats opposite the end cabin for the conductor.
I pulled out my magazine and started to read because I had a good 50 blocks to ride.
Not 2 minutes after my head went down did I see someone all the sudden standing against the conductor door. I could just feel they were there and so I slowly looked up from the magazine which I held near my lap.
Slowly I looked up to see some blue slacks, then a gun, then a belt, then a nice blue shirt with a badge that went up to the hottest cop/daddy face I have seen in so long. And he fit that uniform well.
Just as my eyes met his and I thought I was going to have a little trouble ge…
So. Another Transporter Movie. Transporter 2. Another reason for me to sit and watch Jason Stratham kick, shoot and drive his way out of trouble that he didn't ask for.
Last time they threw in a cute little Asian girl to be a love interest as to make the film not just a homosexuals wet dream. This time they have some blond crazy bitch running around in her Victoria Secret garters as outerwear.
God help us.
But as a diehard fan of the first and especially the oil fight and the bus ass kicking I will be in line for this one as well..
Monday after volleyball I was up for seeing a movie, I know, I said I would see Murderball this weekend but I never got to it. Batman Begins made the list instead. I had been dying to see it. I love Christian Bale.
As a comic book kid since I was 6 or 7 I had always read them, loved them just for what they were. I had hundreds but I wasn't a collector. Just a kid with a 2 tv boxes of comics that my mother wanted thrown away. She eventually got her wish.
The movie was great in my eyes. Better than even the first one with Jack Nicholson. I loved the very dark aspects of Bruce Wayne and Batman, both individually and as one. Loved the scene at Arkan with Batman and Scarecrow.
Was a little disappointed in Katie Holmes but it could just be the overexposure of late. The kiss at the end though did seem more authentic than what I have seen her and Tom swapping any time a camera is present.
I do look forward to what I hope will be a new line of movies done in this manner.
So I have a lot to catch up on since I last wrote anything down here.
Just so you know this entry is picking up basically from Saturday the 9th of July until present.
Last time I was writing I was not in the best place....believe me, I am now. After getting re-pissed as it were last night I am more than fine with everything now. I won't even go into what made me so pissed. But I hope you know why I was if you are reading this. End of that.
So. What next? Well, I have been downloading music lately, don't ask me if it is illegal or legal. But I was just throwing in names of people and getting some of the songs that my program sent back. One of the songs that came back was Tim McGraw's “Live Like You Were Dying”. That has now become my new mantra. It is so true and if you don't know it or just think country sucks or whatever; find it, listen to it and think about it. I just wish someone else hadtwo weeks ago. Damn, stop it.
How many times have we told ourselves, “NEVER AGAIN”?
Be it getting hurt, hurting someone, smoking, drinking, cheating, being a mean person, being too nice of a person(that hurts the most actually) because you know that they will all come back to bite you in the ass.
Well, I opened up again. I really opened up to someone who I thought I would really be able to grow with. Someone I loved quick and hard. I gave all and he “thought” he couldn't/didn't give enough.
God, it pisses me off when someone thinks they know what I am thinking, what I need and what I am not getting from something.
I have been in NYC for 11 years, pretty much my whole adult life and I have grown hard, very hard except when it comes to love. I will always give it a chance. It is the one thing that can make us truly happy when the rest of our life may be going to hell in a hand basket.
11 years of opening up and then closing back up when I learned that I wasn't right or that he wasn't right for me.
So I know I have mentioned grounded as my coffee shop/cafe of choice in my 'hood, but I don't think I have spoken openly about my addiction.
It is soft, moist, and rich.
No, you know I am not writing about coffee, but I have fallen under the lustiness of their Chocolate Loaf Bread.
If I am there long enough, after my initial coffee and bagel I will get a slice. Nothing wrong with that. Then that is when I get sneaky. I tend to watch who is behind the counter, hoping someone else will take over the register for awhile so when I am ready to get that second, and this time I have guilt about it, slice I am not looked at like a chocolate fiend.
Jen, the owner, knows of my love and said to me the other day, “It is just bread. And a shit load of chocolate.” Guess that explains why I am bouncing off the walls at all hours.
Sometimes I just stop in just to take a piece home with me.