Funny, I just realized that I spoke a very lengthy subject line. Thought I was in the body of this message. I am walking around and dictating this, speaking into the phone. Coming up on Northern Boulevard and seeing what looks like a new building. New to me at least. Oh, wow, I think it is one of those shared office space places. Greendesk.com
On 38th Avenue near 34th street now. I will look that office space place up to see what it’s about. I have not heard about that one.
This area is kind of desolate, which is why I like it. I occasionally see the question asked what is your favorite part of New York or Astoria or wherever. And it’s funny because most people’s answer focuses on where they would want to live, where is my way of looking at it is not necessarily indicative of that. I forget sometimes that people associate their identity with where they live, and that has always seemed a little puzzling to me. Most of us don’t really have that much control over where we end up living. So it’s not like we are necessarily making a statement with whatever street or Avenue we live on.
I guess it is a bit like using your age as a sign of seniority or worthiness, elderly age that is. Most people who get to their nineties get there by luck and do not deserve the ritual round of applause that I think morbidly accompanies the announcement that so-and-so is 90.
At 38th Avenue and 32nd street. I think I slept over 10 hours last night, woke up after 1 p.m., feeling like I slept way too long.
Walking past a warehouse now where several years ago there was an explosion and I happen to be passing by when the firefighters showed up to put out the fire. A Fox News reporter was standing there trying to get quotes from people, and he managed to rope me into saying something about how there are all these warehouses around here and nobody knows what is going on inside most of them. I look really bad when I saw it on TV later that night. I mean I thought I looked awful. This is also the block where one time I was walking to the cemetery and a woman was sucking a guys cock in one of the parked cars on 32nd street. And man they were just all in moaning and groaning and stuff. Good for them, I thought.
The Merit deli on 37th Avenue and 32nd Street used to be called Georgia’s, I think. They had a sandwich there I really liked. Bacon egg lettuce and something else, I can’t remember now. It was years ago. I liked that place a lot, it was a dump. They had a busted payphone inside the front door that they got rid of when they changed it to this new place. The first few times I went there nothing happened. I would walk in, sit down at a table, and nobody came to the table or even up here. I could hear people moving around in the kitchen but nobody ever came out to take an order or anything. I remember it happening at least twice but maybe 3 times, but one day eventually a waitress came out. Somebody told me he had a similar experience at Mermaids on 31st street. On the occasion of his 19th birthday or however old you have to be to be able to go into that kind of place. He and a friend went, they made a big deal out of it, and they sat at the bar for about 40 minutes during which time nothing happened. Then they left.
There are still a lot of sketchy looking night clubs around here. Those places seem to come and go, revolving door style. I wonder what goes on in Melrose ballroom though. It looks so out of character for this area.
Approaching Northern Boulevard we’re at the corner of Honeywell Street is one of those unusual buildings around here that is building number 0. 33 – 00.
Sitting on a bench now at 39th Avenue and 32nd street outside of what I think is a Senior Center. Sometimes I go by here and there are a bunch of buses waiting for people who are being wheeled out at a certain time of day. I thought this talking into the phone would make me feel better but it’s making me more depressed.
