Rob was playing with his band Bellow around the corner from my old apartment on the Upper East Side. Somewhere during the middle of his set I took a quick stroll. When I arrived at the building I looked up 4F and wondered who was living in my old apartment. Was he single or married?
When I returned I saw T standing outside smoking a cigarette and getting “sarged” by a red neck. I was tempted to see what T would do but got impatient.
While outside I confessed to her that I went to see my old place and how much I miss those days. They truly were the best years of my life. I had a place in the city and was living with the love of my life. What else could anyone ask for?
Thanks Hamilton – way to look out for me! Honestly, I would have given it another 15 seconds before ditching my smoke and running back inside – that guy didn’t even make sense – he was talking about his friends kid being beat to death and something about stick-ball – skeery!