In the winter of 2000, after Christmas to exact, but before 2001 I was in New York City visiting my sister Sally. I'm not sure how many days into the trip I was in, but it wasn't my first couple day there. I had decide to go up to Midtown by myself so Sally could get something done. I had been there already, but I wanted to go again. So I took the subway from Queens where Sally lived into the city. Everything was going okay, then I ventured off the main tourist section of midtown. Now I didn't go to the nice side off midtown where Broadway is, no I went the other way. I end up in the porn district. Mind you while I was in midtown I was actually looking for the coolest comic shop in all the land, Midtown Comics.
In the dirty district as I'll be calling it now I ended up at a street corner with this African American. Actually he probably was born in Africa because he had a crazy accent I can't even try to explain. The guy looked at me and must have thought I was sixteen. He started to talk to me and asked, "Hey you like to smoke?" I was like no I'm good.
He than responded with, "You need a fake ID to buy smokes man."
I said, No I'm good, I'm old enough to buy smoke.
He then sized me up some more and said, "You like women? You need ID to get into these nude shows."
I responded with, "No I'm good I've got a girlfriend at home." We banter a while about naked women and how I really don't need a fake ID that won't work to see naked women. He doesn't like my answers, and starts to yell at me. He was yelling, "This man gay! This man is so gay he no like women!" He kept yelling this at the top of his lungs. My face went red from being embarrassed by the this guy calling me gay at the top of his lungs in the middle of the street. I couldn't wait to run away across the street. When the light finally turned I walk very fast across the street and didn't look back. It was very scary to be yelled at in the middle of the street for not wanting to buy fake IDs.
That was the story I told in the story story night story slam. I didn't when first place with the story, but I thought it was good enough. People were laughing pretty hard when they heard this story.
That is an interesting story. It can sometimes be scary when we go off the beaten path, but we can still grow. Thank goodness for the iron rod.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteThat's an awesome story! One to definately have written down. So when your kids want to goto NYC, you can pull this out and say, BE CAREFUL, I almost had to get a fake ID so the crazy guy wouldn't hurt me!
ReplyDeleteThat story is a keeper. Love it. I once got yelled at by a homeless lady in Philadelphia. She kept asking for money and when I didn't have any she very loudly wished me some luck on my way off, "I hope you get run over by a f***ing train!!!"
ReplyDeleteOh I love Donna's story. I remember you coming back to the apartment and telling me the story. I believe I left you so I could go home and take a nap (serious priorities).
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