Manhattan ’87…

a slice was 75 cents…
graffiti was drawn on subway cars…
health club on the corner used to be a Mexican joint…music blared into night…
rent was $50 a week…sleeping room with a toilet down the hall…dead rats in walls… junkies next door…crackheads ‘crossin’ streets in search of pipes and vials…pipes and vials…i never questioned…
walks everynight throughout the city…from 24th to 72nd…Needle Park at midnight…The Village used to be The Village…and Chelsea was dear old Chelsea…trips to the Y…Bicycle Club…hustlin’ for scratch…hopin’ somethin’ would turn up…
Times Square whores sellin’ their souls…drag queens lookin’ for tourists and businessmen…tourists and businessmen…
neon flashed and quarter movie booths filled with fags and poppers…fags and poppers…one person at a time please…one person at a time…
foriegners sellin’ tickets for the double decker busses…Hell’s Kitchen was still Hell…and a $100 would last you two nights…if you played your cards right…if you played your cards right…
a slice was 75 cents…
graffiti was drawn on subway cars…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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