On another occasion I was with my buddy Muccorro, the owl. We used to go to a place called Bob on Orchard near Houston. The place was like the size of a living room and there would be 150 people inside. We’d wait on line for 40 minutes outside in January just to get in and drink a Red Stripe in the hot as hell place where it was too crowded even to talk to girls or lift your beer to your mouth.
Anyway I think we started out at Bob and then were planning to walk down Houston to Broadway and meet Kevin and his boys at the place called Gonzales Gonzales. I had purchased a fifth of Brandy and been drinking it in my cokes. I think we both had one. Perhaps I had not eaten enough that night. So we made our way down to the other place and met Kevin inside and I had another 4 Coronas and then it was already 3 or 4am so they were leaving to head home.

I thought to myself I’d love to have some action now so I called my girlfriend Elizabeth, a young Colombian girl with a banging body and she agreed to meet me at my house. I guess she was going to take the A train because she used to live on 14th St near 9th Ave. Anyway, that’s pretty much the last thing I remember.

The next thing is that I feel an icy blast of wind. I shivered to my very core and opened my eyes. I had been sleeping on the train and I looked out the window. I was above ground and there was something in the distance… The Wonder Wheel! I had fallen asleep on the train and woke up at the last stop. The doors of the train were all wide open and the icy January wind from Brighton Beach was blowing right in like the was no tomorrow. I zipped up my snowboarding jacket and put the collar up over my face and drifted back to sleep.

I awoke a little time later and was this time on the moving train still above ground but heading back to the city. At that time, it was the B that went to Coney Island, later another train was routed there after 911 happened. I drifted in and out of sleep until I reached home.

Finally the A train pulled into the 181st St station and I made my way back to home. I remember stepping out from the train and having a pounding headache. I would call in sick today for sure. When I reached home I remember being astonished to find a bottle of hotsauce and a Babe Ruth candy bar. I also realized that I had completely missed Elizabeth! Well that was the straw that broke the camel’s back for our relationship. In retrospect, that was probably a big mistake.

When I woke again around noon, I tried to remember any sort of scenes from the night before and how I might have ended up in Coney Island. Im guessing the train might have been rerouted and I had been on a downtown platform instead of uptown. It’s still a mystery for me. Blame it on the E&J.