Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down

Growing up in NYC was no joke. People got their ass beat all the time and most likely it was deserved. Fighting was a normal thing in the mean streets of Old New York as long as it was kept to duking it out. Every now and then, People need to get an ass beat'n just because they wont learn any other way. Some people are too rude, too cool or just plain stupid. In this day and age you cant even spit in someones direction with out the other person pressing charges. Another thing about things the way they are today is teenagers need they ass beat ass well. Kids these days lack respect for the elder and think that they are tough shit. They think an adult wont give them a little beat down. I will. Dont get me wrong, Im not saying to kill some one or put them in the hospital. Just a simple beat'n, thats what they need. It seems to be the parents aint doing their job so I'd be willing to help'em out with a swift kick to the seat of their pants of these bad ass kids. I tell you boy, some of the people at work can get it as well, thinking they know it all and that they are the shit. I do construction work for a living and the people I work with are all a lot older so in their eyes im young and I dont know shit. But the case is this.... I have 12 years of experience so that equates to me knowing a little something I would say. These older fucks need a beat'n as well. The crazy shit is half of the old kooks I work with do a half ass job and I find it funny that they think their work is top notch. A lot of these people in NYC who are transplants really need a beat'n. They move here to NY and they think its all sweet. They think NYC revolves around them and that the are whats hip. Well I got news for them, Its not sweet. Especially the ones that are moving into the hood where it is bad or close by. Yo shit that kills me as well is when your sitting on the train and you got that half empty seat next to you and then some fat ass comes and sits in it, on top of that the train is crowded and they are reading the paper all stretched out across into your personal space. Well guess what. They can get a beat'n as well too. And the list goes on but I think you get my point. So dont be afraid to serve some chump a beat'n if it is what he deserves. As True Old New Yorkers we reserve the right to serve someone a beat'n that has it coming to them!

No Title For This One!

One thing that I miss about Old New York is some of the places I would go to be alone. Growing up as a kid we all had secret places we would go and hang out. Well for me..... my place was in River Side Park and it was a great place. A place were it was all open and you had not a worry in the world. It was old and full of trash and all kinds of junk. Since I really had no friends growing up I found my self spending all my time here. This place had old iron piers to climb on and just open land to wander through. Old New York use to have many places that was abandoned and this was one of them. Now everything in New York City just about has been developed leaving nothing to be explored for kids. Not like the city plans things like this but as a kid its fun to go and snoop where you dont belong. To this day I come back to look at the little bit that remains, not much of it but it will do with the way New York is now. What I hate most is having to share this place with others, the public. When I played here it was just me and a few others and the homeless. Donald Trump has bought the land years ago and has developed it and has brought here all the kinds of people I hate. There is nothing I can do about it now so I will have to settle for the all pictures I have of this place and my memories. When I was here yesterday and I was climbing out on these piers and stuff, all the people walking by were looking and pointing like if I was way out of line but you know what fuck'em I was here first and this is my place. People in New York seem to turn there heads a lot quicker these days for all the wrong reasons. I guess its because there not from here. Growing up, people wouldnt even bat an eye. Dam how the times have changed and boy do I hate'em.

Unwanted, Unloved & Alone

The worst feeling in the world is to feel unwanted, unloved & alone. With the job that I have, it makes me feel this way a lot because im left with too much time to think. On my long drives to the different places I work and lonely nights in random hotels, it drives me nuts. The money is good but it comes with a steep price to pay. I know I have good people in my life that love me but it doesnt always feel that way. Being a strong person is not easy. Although I would not change a day in my life and the things I went through, I miss my mother. I really do. As a little kid I found self alone crying my self to sleep almost every night. As an adult I find my self feeling the same way at times. Most of the time I feel like I dont belong in this world and it is not for me. No one understands my pain is how I feel and I hate it when people ask " How are you doing"? Do you really want to know ? Im not doing good, I can barely get by and when I get ahead I get knocked back down so now that you know, what are you going to do to help since you have asked? Nothing right! So dont ask. Suicide often enters my mind but I know it is not an option. I know this because I have already made an attempt on my life. I tried to hang my self or rather I did hang my self. It was in my room where I did it and the people I was living with came in to get me for dinner. They saw me hanging and they cut me down before my final moment. I have grown older & wiser since then and I have learned a lot from it. I now know that it is not the answer and that it was stupid. I hate having to walk the path of life as if all was ok. Well it is not. We in some way or another are all fucked up with are own problems so why cant people just be honest and face reality. I know it is easier said then done but you people are killing me with all that sugar coated bullshit. With that said, dont scape goat me with that shit. Put the blame on your self where it belongs or find some other sucker for it. Just man up and deal with it. In order to do so I say you need to take care of your self 1st, then you can move on. I have been through it all with a mother that shot dope, smoked crack to her fucking dudes for money. I spent 18 years of my life in the foster care system all through the 80's into the late 90's. The 80's was there worst. The places I have lived were horrible. I was beaten all the time, locked in the closet for days with no food and a lot of other unmentionable shit that no one should ever have to go through in their life. Some how I grew up into a healthy adult and I have beat my odds. I have learned from all it and I have built my foundation of life right on top of it all. I am still trying to figure out life as I move on. It is a fucked up cold world out there and a very lonely place with out good people in your life. So with that said, I ask God to grant me the strength to make it another day. I know I must push on because there is something great ahead for me that I am destined to find. Now let me leave you with this before I go (food for thought).

Judge me not by the times I have been knocked down but by how many times I have gotten back up. We are all knocked down in our lives. You must find it in your self as a New Yorker to keep getting back up and to push forward. It is what being a New Yorker is all about. OLD NEW YORK 1976

Eat The Rich

In this world that we live in, its become harder and harder to live. The rich get richer and the poor get poor'. As I was growing up in New York I had less then normal. My mother could not provide and my father was no where to be found. The homes that I lived in gave me next to nothing and so this lead to me having to fend for my self. I have always had a job since the legal age of working. The jobs that I had just did not provide enough money to take care of my self. I did not have to pay rent, but I had to get my own clothes and food for my self and money to ride the train. So as I worked, I also got my hustle on at a young age. I did what I had to in order to take care of my self. Its nothing to be proud of or brag about, but it was my reality. Now that I am older, I do not have to do those things or at least you would think right? Well, the truth is as the world turns, the greedy get more greedy and this creates a gap for the honest man to get ahead in life. As the honest man struggles to live, he falls behind because the greedy snatch up all thats in site. This is my dilemma, I am trying to live my life the right way now that I am older but I am faced with people in my everyday life that make it too hard and sometimes being honest gets you last place. I hate it. I hated living my early life like this and watching my mother live her life like this too. Well, I am a strong person and I will do what I have to do to get by. I will not let the next man take my opportunities away from me. One day, hopefully this rat race will come to an end and I can live a better more full filled life. I am happy at least for where I am in life but I will not settle for 2nd best. I know I have it in me to fight all the way and beat all these people at their own games and when that day comes, I'll be like I told you so. I have already had days like that in my life and there will be more to come. So to all the hard working honest people, dont give up and play other peoples games to win. The best is when you beat a cheater at his own game. Send him on his way and claim what is rightfully yours. Our day will come sooner then later. Keep fighting and keep Old New York alive!

I Love NY

I cant stand seeing all these fuckin' non New Yorkers wearing I heart NY shirts. Its another thing stolen from us True New Yorkers. It use to hold a lot of lbs with me. Now, that shit is just watered down like a lot of other meaningful things that was jacked. Well I am here to say New York Dont Love You! Get that threw ya fuckin head. You have done nothing to love it or preserve it. You did not help raise it nor do you know its deep pains. That shit aint something you sport or try to rock. That shit is a straight badge of honor. It really did hold meaning to a lot of people. I wish there was something I could do to stop it. It really drives me crazy, but I can see whats going on and it doesnt look good for you people who just do not belong here in NY. Keep moving into the outskirts of the hood, pushing your way in and stripping them of there culture and neighborhood shops. Times are changing fast and they're getting rough. Crime is on the rise and so is murder. Nigga's is startin' to get tight son! And its only a matter of time that the 80's & 90's make a come back and then its a wrap. The outta towners are fish food in a world like this which will make them the 1st to go. In the movie Taxi, Robert Dinero says something about a good rain washing the scum away. Well I wish a good rain would come and wash all the hipsters, art fags & outta towners that think their cool and everyone else who doesnt belong. I know it some hateful shit, but its also fucked up the effect these people have created. In an already hard place to live, these people have sucked up all opportunities that was out there for the less fortunate. They have also changed our culture into the following of clowns. What I want to know is who let them decide what was hip and what isnt. This shit is getting too far out of control. Like I said in the beginning, New York Dont Love You so stop milking this bitch and go home.

Where The Fuck Is My Day At?

This post will be different then the others, tonight I feel the need to vent and just let go for a minute. Everyday of my life is tougher then the next. I keep asking my self. When is it going to get easier for me? But, that day has yet to show it self. Dont get me wrong! I have made life the best it can be compared to where it started out. Thats when I start thinking to my self while I am staring at others and make my judgement of each and everyone that walks by. Im good at this, trust me! I see so many people that have life well for them, these people do not know of real pain. Not like I know it. What kills me is they have done nothing to deserve where they are in life. Now it all starts making me think about me. Where the fuck is my day at? When will It show it self? I have been asking this question since I was 9 years old.I can remember the day as if it was yesterday. I came home from school and I was upset. The other kids was making fun of me, because of my mom. She smoked crack and the other kids knew it. Man, can kids be cruel. When I had gotten home, no one was there. I just laid in bed and ask God "why me why me". I just wanted a normal life. This was the first time that I asked where was my day. Why so young asking? I will tell you why! Because I had already been to hell and back, yup thats right. See when I was 4 I was taking away by BCW and put in a foster home. I had no clue to what had happened or even why. So from 4 to the age of 9 I lived in over 30 different homes. I wont get into that. Day after day in my life has been more then a battle. Others have chapters of shit in there life, I have novel's beyond belief. I lost my mother when I was 14 years old and this really pushed me over the edge. Whats so fucked up is that I knew this day was any day now. The last time I talked to my mother, I told her fuck you and to die. When I found out she had passed. I had realised I never hated my mother. I broke down into tears. The loss was like no other and thats when I realised I fucked up. The way I ended with my mom and that I would never get her back, to say sorry or that I do love you or any other such. In high school, I was going crazy as well. I just couldnt get along with the people I lived with. I felt like a complete outsider with a whole separate set of rules for me other then their own kids. Thats a fucked up way to feel? Once again I have battled my way through this one as well. In my more recent years, I have faced an eviction that was painful. Wrongful at that to make it hurt a little more. The apartment was old to begin with. No matter how much you cleaned, there were roaches and mice. One day here comes a new owner of the building with a hidden agenda. He came around in the beginning to see what needed to be fixed so I asked him to change the cabinets in the kitchen. The old ones where over 30 years old. The had bad water damage to them. The shit just needed to be replaced. Long story short, he told me do it my self and so I did. Thats when he got me! He evicted me on the grounds of making changes to the apartment with out consent. I had to change'em. Once it was all changed, the roaches and mice went away as well. To really ad insult to injury, I lost my job and I was in a car accident. Shit just really went down hill bad. All this during none other then good 'ol Christmas. So you see what I am saying. Where the fuck is my day! I have been through it all and I am still standing. I value my life and my struggles. They have made me the person I am today. It has given me character and honer. I have done more then my part for my life to be a little less difficult. I am greatful for my life and then I start to think about that. Despite me not getting my day, I can at least go to sleep at night knowing who I am and I am proud of that. My mother use to say all the time "be careful of what you ask, You just might get your wish" and she is so right. So until that day comes, I will keep pushing forward as all true New Yorkers do.

My Mother & Father

This here is my Father & Mother and of course me. What I love most about this picture, is the time frame it is from. These 2 pictures are taken in 1977. I love that everything is so so drab and dull. The flatness of color matches the mood of that time and emotion just pours right off the picture. Now why did I say emotion? Because you would never know how fucked up these 2 adults really were and to make matters worse, they had me & my sister. Growing for my mother was a horror story alone. She is the last generation of an orphan. My Mother never made it past 3rd grade because she was forced to work like wash clothes and dishes at a young age. Im not sure what happened through her teen years, but I can imagine that my mother one day said "fuck it, enough is enough" judging by her character. Rene (my moms) had found the streets and never left them. My experience growing up under her roof is pretty fucking out there. Ive seen her con game, her clepto side, her drunk/drugs side and the best of all was the mother deep down inside. My mother was the best mother of all. she always took care of me and made sure I ate. She always talked to me and would say things like dont be a follower. Be a leader and stay away from this and that because its bad. She really cared about me and did the best she could, but the reality of it all was quite nasty. She was fucked up on shooting dope and smoking crack. Renee stayed drinking beer and popping pills on the way back from her program (methadone clinic). Back in the 80's, My mother took me to just about every dope spot there was in Manhattan and boy was I frightened as a little kid. as I got a little older, Moms would keep me out to all hours of the night. Her hang out was a place called Needle Park on the Upper West. The people who hung out here were, trannys, weed pushers, junkies and all other low lifes. Here in needle park is where I have started my life as a pupil, not to have realised the valuable lessons soon to be learned. Although my Mother had a lot of problems in the short amount of time we spent together, it was rich in knowledge, love and life saving lessons. To this day I hold those things she has said in my heart and live my life by it. All the things I learned from my Mother is what I have built my foundation of life on. Mom I love you and your always with me. I know I have made you proud! As for my father. Another loser. He had his shit together a little better. He was quiet and he did not a dam thing. I dont know too much about him, but what I do know is this. He has served his country honorably in Nam. Then he was a Postal worker. I always wondered what had gone wrong. You know, besides the drugs and shit. I am amazed that my parents made it 4 years that I know about. I did just find out that my father was married before he met my mom and just dipped on his 1st family, That makes sense why they hated my mom, Meaning my Fathers family. My dad was not around much. I remember going down to my moms program down on 23rd st at Belvue hospital and we would always run into my Father. This is because he was living in a mens shelter at the V.A. hospital. I remember a few times I saw him then he vanished into thin air. I gotta say this! Im not mad at him. I dont blame him for leaving although it is not right to do. In his case he could not take care of him self so how can he take care of someone else. The only thing I ever want from him was to find him and let him see who his son has become. Someone to be proud of. I wanted to let him know more then anything ever that I was not mad at him. I never got that chance though. I come across information that he just passed away not to long ago. I do not regret one moment of them being by parents. I have learned a lot from them about how not to be and how to raise a child the right way and for this I am thankful for that. Also what has made my mother such a great person was her growing up in NYC. My Mother & Father are both from Puerto Rico, but grew up here in NYC.
The Old New York as I once knew it, Made a man out you. It gave you much character and a back bone. Old Blue Eyes said it best "if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere".

Now that I am older I wish my mother was still around. You dont realise what you have until its gone.

The Realist Old New Yorker I Know!

This here is Thaddius (Teddy) and by no contest, he is the Real Deal to the fullest. Man, there is so much to talk about that I dont know where to begin. I will start by saying I have the privilege of working w/ him. The stories he has are something like the movie Big Fat Liar, but his are true. He has honor, loyalty, a BIG heart and he is sharp with it. Dont be fooled by the one eye and his age. This guy works circles around younger people. His knowledge is like an encyclopedia. He is originally from L.E.S. and he just turned 77. He has time in the service like almost every true America his age. He has many years working for the M.T.A and he has retired from the F.A.A. As we work, we're all cracking jokes and right along side is Ted and he gets his in as well. This man has that good old New York dry sarcastic humor. Not until just recently I just started to fully understand it and I hold it close to me. Any ways one thing I really liked that he said was" I like the ways of the Indians, They saw the land to be owned by no one, to take care of it and it will take care of you". That is so true. He is always willing to help people out, but also quick to send them on their way with that bull shit. He told me as a kid, he would come home from school and tell his dad" dad, the teacher hit me" then he said that his dad would whack him too. If the teacher did it, he must of deserved it. Thats something that is missing in are culture. Im not saying beat the kid, but a good ol' spanking. You know, when we say try & walk in some else's shoes, I only hope to come close to him. I guess the reason why I am writing about him is because I have grown to hold him dear. He reminds me a lot of my grandpa. I feel like I am getting a second chance to spend time with him and that is something that does not come around to often in life. Ted can never replace my grandpa, but only help to make my memories of my grandpa fresh in my head & relive them. Thank you Ted.

Shakespearean Jackasses

Boy do I have a story for you, I was in the park last Saturday for a little get together and one of the guys had brought along a very small amp and his guitar. After about 15 minutes or so, some people come over and said "hey guys, do you think you can keep it down just a little bit please, we are trying to put on a play for the community". The fucking nerve of these people. This absolutely left me dumb founded and insulted. 1st off, the people putting on the play were not even from this neighborhood and the people that were watching it did not speak english, well maybe a little bit. See my neighborhood is filled with South American people and Asians. Most of them do not speak english. These people that were in the park putting on the play were transplants from Idaho or some shit who now live in Park Slope. They really had no biz in the park that they were in. They needed to take that shit to Prospect park. I still can not believe the nerve they had coming over and asking us to be quiet. It was wrong on so many levels that I dont even know where to start. I mean its the park. Its for everyone and this is not even there community. Dont you need a permit or some shit to hold court in the park like that? The crazy shit is if this was like 5 years ago they would have gotten all there shit took by the Latin Kings. This park use to be there main hang out. And here you have Biff and Jenifer putting on a play thinking that it is all good in this park. Nobody wants these people here. As I keep saying in all my other posts, ONE MORE EXAMPLE of us losing are community to people who do not belong here. I wanted to throw water balloons at them, but it took 5 minutes too long to finally get my nerve up and when I did, some of the people in my group went over and told them in a nice way, hey look. The park is for everyone so knock that shit off. At this point they were wrapping up their play so I lost my chance. Dam I was disappointed. I had filled up 10 water balloons and I was ready for war. Next time I wont wait so long. You know, there is a golden rule of thumb that needs to be shared and that is.... There are some places you just do not belong ,no matter how tough you are or who you are. If you dont have a reason to be there then you do not belong there and that goes for all over the world. Thats why a lot of times people get hurt. By the way, Nico if you are reading this, thanks for the title of this post and being the person you are. The world need more people like you homes and how about that beer!

Who Are Your Friends?

Growing up in NYC, I would see strange people in the neighborhood on a regular basis and after a while it just became a normal thing. For the most part they didnt really bother anyone, they were just an eye sore at worst. As I got older, I got to know some of these people. Some were Nam vets, homeless, crack heads and some of them were just out of there fucking skull. The one thing that they did all have in common, is that they all had a really good story to tell. My mother had this one friend, he was about in his late 60's early 70's. They called him Bird Man. He got this name because he would hide in door ways where you couldnt see him if you were walking by. His thing would be to jump out behind people and scare the shit out of him by making loud & crazy bird noises. To me at that age, I thought it was funny as hell and to this day I still laugh my ass off. The crazy thing was you could talk to him like if he wasnt crazy and he could hold a normal conversation with you, But in reality he was fucked up in the head. There was another dude in my neighborhood that was old as well. About the same age and this guy would roll through the hood on skates and a tennis racket in his hand. Why he had the racket? God only knows. I would see him every where I went. One thing that sticks out in my head about him is..... I was in McDonald's getting some food on 71 st & Bway and he was in there trying to rap to the girl behind the counter. He told here can I have a sunday on a Monday and I thought that was the funniest thing ever. He was definitely a kook. Then there was this homeless lady (bag lady) who had a I Love Lucy hair cut and she also rock'd two pairs of glass'. As a kid I really could not understand any of this. It was all bazaar. She would always be screaming and cursing. Saying things in German and she was always hanging in P.S.87 school yard where I would hang out and play as a kid. The other kids would throw things at her to watch her flip out. Now that Im older I know it wasnt right (not that I through things at her). Whats really crazy is that as I got older These were the people that I became friends with because I had no friends. All the other kids didnt want to play with me because my mother was fucked up on drugs so they all made fun of me (its all good). It got to the point where I would walk down the Upper West Side and all the bums, people selling books, pan handlers and homeless knew me. I would walk by and they would say shit like "yo spunky, you ok? here... here's a dollar and stay out of trouble). Spunky was my moms pet name for me and everyone knew me by it in the hood. I hated it them, but I miss it now. By being friends with all these wack jobs (because thats what they were) it helped in a weird way guide me through life. I miss that feeling of being able to walk down the street and everyone knowing me. Thats just more proof of our communities disappearing. Once and a while when I return to the old hood, I still see some of those people around and its crazy because they know me from my daughters age and she will be right there with me when I run into these people. At some point things will always come full circle.

Coney Island Pictures

Last Ride!

Tonight I saw something that made me pleasantly surprised. I have found a place were it's nothing but real New Yorkers right down to the bone. A place where people came to let loose and have some good Summer fun. Now I always knew about it, but only now have I rediscovered Coney Island. Before in the past I would have never noticed, but to come to the conclusion that NYC is dieing fast. I realised I forgot all about Coney Island. People of all sorts were there letting it all hang out. The freaks, families, teenagers and the homeless. And in the midst of it all while I was waiting for my family to get off the Tilt O' World. It hit me! I didnt see one person that looked like a fashion disaster or someone try'n to be who they were not. No outta towners and no tourists. It was like a moment of clarity were everything made sence. Pure bliss. There was one dude who was in a skirt and a skimpy top w/ the tits stuffed.

He was dancing his ass off and enjoying him self. He didnt bother any one and no one bothered him. Never the less people were entertained and he enjoyed it. It was the perfect summer night with my family. It's only a matter of time before thats took en too from us. For now, Im gonna take it all in one last time before its gone. I treasure the pictures I have taken it the past years. You can strip me of my city, but you will not take away my memories and what lies in my heart and soul.

The Independent Man Will Soon Be Gone!

In my eyes New York was at one time a full contact sport. Everything was physical. From the way things were made to the people that made em and of course the people who lived it everyday. People really did care for one another and took an interest in the things they came across in everyday life. Now with all the outta towners that have moved here, they have severed a lot of communities with gentifing the neighborhoods. They have moved to the hoods in the mass driving up the rents and forcing people to leave. With the mass' moving here, they have brought along corporate America. Now, people cant afford the rent and are forced out of business. Who wants to really shop in an over crowded store with people who have no interest in who you are or may be not willing to let you go for $.50 because you dont have it. Last I thought (which can be dangerous) New York was a melting pot. You can go to a store and by things from your country. Variety was key and it was authentic. Mom & Pop hardware store's with owner's who cared about there communities. Let me ask you this? Who the fuck orders domino's pizza when NYC has the best pizza hands down. I just dont get it man! Its one of the things that connected communities together. With the death of many things in NYC. Are  choices, diversity and are communities are being robbed faster then crack heads suck tokens out of turn styles. In my heart New York is a thing of the past and it kills me. At least when I return to the Upper West, I can go into Big Nicks and look at the dude and he says " whats up brotha, how you? good?" Man, thats a great feeling especially when he knows me since 1988 because thats how long he's been there. The doorman on 77st right off Bway, he knows me just as long too and now I return to visit with my own kid. Its bugged out, but its what NYC was all about. Now a days nobody knows nobody and nobody says anything to anyone. New York has be come a gay ass sterile place in the rest of corporate America along with a soft Times Sq. looking like fucking Disney and shit. IDUNO man, I cant call it, but as long as I am still here in NYC, I will keep that old blood flowing with my crew.

This Use To Be A Great Country

In my eyes the United States once was a really great country. Now I dont know what to call it. Dont get me wrong, its still a place I want to live, but its just not the same place I once really loved. I spent 8 years in the Navy for my country. Even in the military, things are not the same. When I was in the service at 1st, it was all about taking care of your people. Towards the end nobody cared about anybody and your family was put second. As for this country, we use to build great products that lasted and we stood behind the things we made with a certain pride. People really stood up for one another and now no one really cares about the next person. Its funny, growing up I use to think Al Sharptin was douche. Now that I am older and he is still around, how ever you feel about him, he is still here and he is the same person sticking up for human rights. He is one of the last like this. I just dont see this country coming together for the greater good of man kind. Kids are out of control thinking they can do what they want. Adults cant even correct these out of control kids. You will wind up getting shanked. I tell you boy...... When I was growing up and an adult said "hey what are you doing, stop that", you listened and if the adult knew your mom or dad. You were done if they told your parents. If it was not a fixed object in the house, I might of got it up side the head. These days if you say something to the parents, the parents are like "who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my kid". Its bad out here. It doesnt seem like anybody is accountable any more. The country has gotten greedy, everything is done for the love of money and not for the passion. Buildings look like shit that they are putting up and they are made out of paper. There was a time not to long ago when every job involved a skill. Even with advertisements on the side of buildings, they were hand painted. There are periods of architecture that dont exist any more because its all being torn down for monstrosities that are eye sores in my city's sky line. I could go on for days about this, but I will say this! Its all about to come back and bite us in the ass now with inflation, gas and the way things are going. All your fancy buildings that us true New Yorkers cant afford are not being filled. The economy is about to crash and the ugly head of the gully 80's & 90's is about to rear it self once more and for all you non New Yorkers (thats you! the hipsters art fags and outta towners) that think its sweet, you will become food. Keep moving closer to the hood forcing people out and breaking up there communities. Us old New Yorkers will not take it much longer. So beware and you have been warned.

R.I.P. Washington Sq Fountain

This shit really mad me MAD as fuck. I could care less for what ever is built here after the fact. This city soon will have all its history ripped out and the things that matter most to us true New Yorkers as well. This is was a place for people with all kinds of an interests and also a place where people would make a living . For me personally it was a place of many memories like others. They are of good times and bad times. I remember this hispanic dude who is a NYC legend, at least in my eyes. He used to jump garbage cans from one skate board to another. Like 8 or 9 of them. The dude was nice with it and got paid. I my self used to skate here often with many people (R.I.P. Harold & Justin) who are True legends. I can remember one time skating with them and a whole bunch more. I herd a loud pop pop pop and I had thought it was gun shots like an m16 or something, but what it was, was an old lady had lost control of her car and hit a lot of benches with people on them. It was horrible, one man was with out a head another with a metal pipe from the fencing through his throat and many more fucked up. Still in all, this was a place where the best come to play chess and still do, a place where people gathered for the pot day parade and to kick politics in there own way through music and in other ways. Now that the fountain is gone. It just another thing lost in the New York that I once knew.

Old New York

Summers In NYC

Growing up in NYC, this is what the summer was all about as a kid. You went out side and played. As a kid, we were never bored. We would make up games and make use of everything in the city from old matters' to flip on to riding the back of the out side train car. Growing up in NYC used to be fun. These days, you cant do much with all the rules they have come up with or rather that they enforce now. At least kids can still crack open the pump. Its a shame kids stay glued to the tv and computer playing games getting fat. 

True New Yorker

Hello to the world, I'm new to this but I have Mad knowledge.

This is my 1st post so bare with me and since that is the case I will start with an intro about me! Who I am is not important, but what I gots to say is. I'm born in 1976 and I have lived here my whole life in NYC. I'm from a very broken home and have seen just about all NYC has to give and I have been apart of a lot of it. So what I talk about is from the heart and soul of a TRUE NEW YORKER from the gutter. You may agree or you may not, but we are all in titled to what we think (thats why this is the USA).

I have seen many changes and I have been apart of some. I have beat the odds against me in life. Why I dont know. Maybe fate, but anyways I do know I have GREAT stories and pictures. So stay tuned and you wont be disappointed.  I will pick up another time. Peace to all my TRUE NEW YORKERS. 

One Love, Old New York 1976