I totally forgot to tell you guys this story. The other night a couple of my friends were walking down a well-lit, busy street in Astoria and some guys started a fight with them. The N-word was used. And there was a baseball bat. Can you fucking believe that? While they were telling me this story I kept looking around for any signs that we had accidentally been transported back to the 1950s. RACIAL SLURS? Are you KIDDING me? Hitting people with BASEBALL BATS? When was the last time that happened? Then I read that story in the newspaper about Kevin Aviance getting beat up and I was like, "No! Really? Someone beat up a gay guy in the East Village, of all places? Didn't those assholes get the memo? That's not supposed to HAPPEN anymore. Because we've evolved." But no, there it is, in black and white. Apes still roaming Manhattan free and wielding weapons.
Anyway, if you happen to be in Astoria, stay away from the St. James Deli on the corner of 34th and 34th. Because when my friends went running in there for help they were turned away. Which is just as bad as if the guy in the deli had ran after them with a bat, too.
If only everyone with all this pent up rage could just go home, have a glass of wine and listen to some Nina Simone, the world would be a calmer place, dontcha think? Kind of pithy and simplistic to think that wine and Nina Simone can cure racism but nothing else is working so it's worth a shot.
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