New York Times bestselling author of Dirtbag, Massachusetts | How to Be a Pirate | Knives and Ink | Pen and Ink. Next up? American Dionysus for
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Walked into the bodega and asked if they sold butter. “Sorry, no,” but then a pause, “How much do you need? Just cooking dinner?”
Love you, New York City.
A woman on the street just yelled “SHIT!!!” then looked up from her phone and said “that wasn’t directed at you. It’s just, the Supreme Court..." and a woman standing next to her simply nodded.
At
@barbiethemovie
I saw a group of teens clowning on their friend who arrived late because he was dressed in an all-gray sweatsuit and they were all wearing pink but then the delayed pal lifted up his sweatshirt to reveal a pink t-shirt underneath and the whole crew went WILD.
Last night I overheard two twenty-somethings having a very deep, very earnest conversation. At a certain point the young woman turned to the young man and asked, “So, do you go to therapy?” The young man pointed at his skateboard and said, “That’s my therapy.”
My guy. So close.
Usually I record scenes I witness on here, but the other day I *was* the scene. My dog slipped her collar in Prospect Park. She didn’t run away—but she didn’t come back, either. We played ten-foot keep away for half an hour, or so. That’s when a man named Chris meandered over…
Just watched a man at a bar in Penn Station order two martinis, pay for them, promptly pour them into an empty Evian bottle, and then walk out all while Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl” played on the jukebox. Happy holidays!
Last night sitting outside of a bar a man yelled “Josh!” as another man rode by on a bike. The man presumably named Josh slammed on his brakes as the other man leapt up from his chair and embraced him. They held each other for a *VERY* long time, laughing at first, then silence..
Guessed a kid’s “Hot Cheeto” costume and I can still hear him shouting “I told you somebody would get it!” at his older siblings as they walk down the block.
I re-leashed my dog and hugged her close. When I looked up, Chris was already sauntering away.
“Thank you!” I yelled.
Chris raised his hand without looking back. “All good,” he responded. “Takes a village, etc. Besides, I shouldn’t be eating this whole sandwich anyway.”
Hero.
Eventually Josh rode off. A few people clapped. As the man returned to his chair I inquired. “Josh is a friend, he fixed my bike at the beginning of” he waves his hand in the air. “We promised when we saw each other again we would hug each other very, very hard. And now we have.”
Riding the NYC subway before 6am is wild because you will witness numerous people come out of a dead sleep at their *exact* stop and smooth walk off the train as if they didn’t just execute an amazing early morning magic trick.
Dear Media: Remember how you did all those "Who Is the Trump Voter" pieces back in 2016? Well, now it's time to do just as many stories about Black voters, Native American voters, immigrant voters, young voters, and first-time voters, ok? Bring that same energy.
Just saw a teen carefully rip a “Wet Paint” sign in the subway station so it read “Pain” and then show it to another teen and then the two teens kissed so I’m excited to know that emo culture will be safely making it into the next decade.
Chris ripped out a long strip of grease-glistening bacon and handed it to me. Immediately my pup trotted over, gladly trading (what she thought was) playtime for a snack. In a flash Chris—whose movements up until this moment had been casual—grabbed her and swept her into my arms.
“Having trouble?” he asked.
I looked up—a lil’ panicked plus a bit out of breath—and nodded.
“Forgot her treats back at the apartment,” I said.
“Well, why don’t you try this,” Chris sorta chuckled while revealing a bacon, egg, and cheese with the slightest hint of a flourish…
As a former bouncer I can assure you that all of your fondly remembered bar fights were actually just dumb pains in the ass that ruined other people’s good times.
I love the Statue of Liberty even more now that I have visited Paris. The French were simply trying to help us class up the joint. “You don’t have nearly enough giant statues that serve zero purpose,” they tsked, smoking a cigarette. “Here. Have one of ours. We have so, so many.”
Just walked past a teen couple sitting outside a bodega. The girl was crying as the boy talked quickly and apologetically. Then the woman walking behind me (w/out breaking stride) yelled "he ain't worth it honey" and good lord the smile that flashed across that young girl's face.
You CANNOT convince me that this dude isn't actually the Loch Ness monster in human form, who surfaces every so often to poke around and go "Yup, still no sign of ol' Nessy" before quietly returning to the water and transforming back into his original shape deep beneath the waves
Wait, is the energy between Pete and Amy the energy all Midwesterners have? All “friendly” and “nice” but ready at a moment’s notice to drag your enemies to hell, consequences be damned?
At JFK at 8am and a bunch of adults in matching t-shirts are yelling, clapping, and carrying on so my cynical ass begins to roll my eyes when a gaggle of kids walk down this red carpet and I realize it’s a
@MakeAWish
flight to Disney and now we’re all clapping/yelling/tearing up.
Had a friend say they couldn't make a zoom cocktail party because they have another one scheduled for that same time period so yes you can still feel unpopular during the apocalypse.
Ah, yes. We've finally made it. The the end of the year. That special season when I lovingly embrace the delusion that I can fix my entire life in two weeks.
Half of you are talking about musicals and the other half are talking about the Chicago Bulls and to be honest being back in middle school is pretty great.
An incredibly nice Mercedes with a uniformed driver just cruised by me on the street and the only person in the backseat was a big ol' bulldog sitting on a fancy pillow so don't ever let 'em tell you that the magic is gone from New York City.
Today is the feast day of Mary Magdalene. This is said to be her skull, which is kept in a glass dome in a crypt outside Provence:
"The skull of Mary Magdalene rests in the crypt of the Basilique Sainte Marie Madeleine, a massive Gothic basilica whose construction began in 1295."
When I moved to New York I said to a friend who was born here, "Whew, your city is kicking my ass" and they replied, "It's just a city, a place, it really doesn't give a shit about you one way or the other" and I feel like there are a lot of people who should hear that right now.
During the whole pandemic my
#1
deli guy was never at the shop, so I was a lil' concerned. But today I walked in and there he was. We all but hugged over the counter. So many fist bumps. "Gonna make you something tasty," now I'm eating the best bacon egg and cheese I've ever had.
My dog woke me up like she does every morning, ready for her morning walk. But after putting on some clothes I found her asleep, taking up my entire side of the bed. So now I’m out here on the couch—awake—staring at the ceiling, grappling with the fact that my dog just played me.
Ordered my regular sandwich at the local spot but they were out of the ingredients so my dude asked "do you trust me?" and five minutes later handed me a big baby-sized hero all wrapped up to go and said "I made you a banger" and good Lord am I happy to be back in New York City.
Took my niece and nephew all over New York City today. Saw all the sights. Visited museums and ate delicious food. Asked them what their favorite things in the whole city are and they said:
1. Riding the subway.
2. Sitting on a stoop.
3. Peeing behind a bush in Central Park.
Drinking gin in Stockholm, I watched a young teen on the street who was holding a rose behind his back. As the minutes ticked by, he kept checking his phone, looking more and more concerned.
Today is the feast day of Mary Magdalene. This is said to be her skull, which is kept in a glass dome in a crypt outside Provence:
"The skull of Mary Magdalene rests in the crypt of the Basilique Sainte Marie Madeleine, a massive Gothic basilica whose construction began in 1295."
No. I'm sorry. I'm going to keep saying it. To equate critique with threat and protests with violence is what's dangerous. This is just the publisher not wanting to deal with fallout and backlash. But don't say that people pushing back against a book is threatening to democracy.
Dude who watches our dog (and many other dogs in the neighborhood) gifted us a Pups ‘23 calendar and it is now my most prized possession. Is there an award for Best Dog Sitter? 🦊🏆
Suddenly, an old man sitting a few seats down from me began to clap. A table of young people joined him. They had all been watching too. Slowly, we all began to clap until the entire bar was cheering. The two teens looked up and laughed, and then they walked away holding hands.🌹
Last night a bartender asked me what I do for work, and for the first time since I quit my job I mustered all my confidence and said, "I'm a writer" and without skipping a beat she replied, “So you're unemployed," but then gave me a free beer so I'm considering it a win.
I was recently using a QR code that was taking a moment to scan so I hit the “take photo” button on my phone because I was nervous and the 17-year-old employee said, “you don’t actually have to take a picture of it” and it was in that moment that I realized time comes for us all.
Standing in Penn Station and just overheard a man say loudly into his phone, “Well, this is all off the record.” Pause. “Off the record!” Pause. “What do you mean? I just said it is!” and this has been your annual reminder that both parties must agree before going off the record.
Dude taking his trash out sang “Everybody dance now!” real loud and in perfect pitch so you know I hit him that “Bomp! Bomp-bomp-bomp Bomp!” from across the street and then we both did a lil’ dance move, so yeah I’m feeling pretty good about today.
Reminder that you don't ever have to apologize for promoting your writing/art/etc. on this damn website. We all give so much on here for free, nothing wrong with self promotion. You worked hard on the thing. Be proud. Be loud. And then be sure to promote someone else's work too.
Imagine meeting a dude at 12 years old, becoming best friends, growing up thick as thieves together and staying in touch even when you're on other sides of the world, and then, 25 years later, he sends you a picture of him reading your children's book to his beautiful new baby.
I just wanna say that I've been texting with multiple independent bookstore workers/owners over the past couple of days and all of y'all's online orders are REALLY helping out these small businesses so please keep 'em coming.