So I meet Whoopi Goldberg, while smoking a bowl at a supermarket in the Village at Bleeker and LaGaurdia with two girls from I-don'tknow-where on there way to Europe for school.
Whoopi signed one of the girls journals after shopping( This was at 6 a.m).
Drinking Tequila we walk east.
Sitting on the stone steps of the park at Houston and the Bowery after watching the elderly chinese woman excercise, we digested psilocybin.Onward to STARBUCKS!!!!
There, as i'm drinking a red bull, I start tripping balls and I talk to an old man and his son who are with a group inside the bucks. Its like 7 a.m and it turns out there on a huge group scavenger hunt. My friends tell me that people were falling asleep inside. The only thing I thought was why they just didn't catch a buzz. I bet that scavenger hunt would be soo much more fun.
Onto the roof of 7 Rivington (Rivington Steele) and the turbo smurf and the Tiger pointing to his third eye. This was all done in ans incredible dispaly of graffiti. Besides the art we we're privy to rival artist leaving message to eachother on the wall . A rare occurence. Onto Prince and B'way, and the bookstore with the picture book of monkeys. "Dude!!""Fucking Yankees" read the Headline in The onion. We screamed and laughed.Beer. Jersey Street.. It also must be the shortest street in NYC. We stop at a Bright Blue door , 1 Jersey St. and pound beers.
For some reason one of my companions had a buch of post cards. We each wrote one to whom we thought lived at 1 Jersey St. (In all my years of running around below 14th st. I never saw or heard of this block. Dropping a post card at 1 Jersey St. thanking them for the use of their stoop.
We turn onto a block that is just a bar.Opening the Bar. Taking a shot of Tequila and welcoming a group to this bar. "This is the Best Bar EVEr!"
Subway. To a full subway car I scream, "Hi-Five me if you're not a self important New Yorker!!" Everybody did it. I guilted people into Hi-Fiving me.. Then we asked the subway car" What do you call people from Memphis?!" This was hilarious to us."Memphistopilians"? "Memphibians"? "Aphisianados"? "A Scientist!" That one had me on the floor of the subway.
We bought $5 weed on B'way and 163. $1.25 22 oz. Beer. Walking to the Hudson.I was called John the Baptist for making us all take of our shoes and put our feet into the water. They were appreciative of the journey up past mid-town. We walk to a huge cemetary and decide its a good idea to sleep in the cemetary in front of William Astor's Moselium. I had never actually hung out in a cemetary. I always see it in movies. This was a luscious, historic patch. We were woken up at 4 by the "Crypt Keeper"!!And this all started by us screaming "Whoopi!!!" Thanks to Paul Sado for buzzing me into Rivington Steele
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