A Stone’s throw away on the Subway (The day Whiskey almost murdered a bunch of Hood Rats- She Hulk Style)
I almost lost it today.
Lost it like full on She-Hulk action. Be it my drained energy, stress of the lack of money coming in, or the stress of trying to make this apartment a home, i’ve noticed the hives on my chest have turned into a daily thing.
But I awarded myself last night with good times with friends, TGI Fridays in midtown, and good drinks with an amazing walk over the Williamsburg bridge at 1 am.
I awoke this morning, tired, but oh so very happy. Lets even go so far as to say, “Cloud Nine”.
I arrived at home to get ready for what I hoped was going to be a busy day at the salon, applied the lipstick and stockings i needed to get my self confidence in gear.
Arrived at work, which ended up being a disappointment and completely wore out my good mood vibe that I acquired from last night. But still! “Carry on strong soul!” I thought to myself. “Tomorrow is another day!”
As I made my way to the commute home, first the E train then the G, all the way to Nassu, I stepped off the train and made the final walk down to the end of the platform as i tried to exit to the street.
Suddenly I felt a small and sudden sting on my face, as if a horse fly just flew at full speed into my cheek. I stopped and turned, took off my headphones that were still playing Andrew Bird, when i felt TWO MORE stinging pains on my back and again on my neck. I looked across the platform to find a bunch of (what I’ll call) FUCKING HOOD RATS throwing ROCKS at me from across the G train platform.
I turned towards them, shaking with anger, “What the fuck is your fucking problem you shit dicks??!!” I screamed.
“OH FUCK SON. Dude you pissed the hipster off!” One of the hood rats laughed to his friend.
“This is BROOKLYN ASS FUCKS!” I yelled back, my heart racing and seeing red, “Of course there are hipsters here! Where the fuck have you been???”
Then i noticed a large piece of gravel that I’m assuming they had thrown over before. I walked over to it, picked it up and threw it over the other side.
The gravel missed one of the kids by about shy of a half a foot and shattered on the wall behind them, dirt and gravel spraying everywhere.
“Oh fuck!” They yelled “This bitch is crazy!”
“Get a fucking life ass holes.” I spat at them. I started walking towards the exit right when a MTA worker who had heard the commotion came over.
“Whats going on here?” The worker asked
“Those kids are throwing rocks across the platform” I sneered “And they hit me in the face.”
With that i turned and walked up the stairs and towards home.
Oh New York, you’ve turned me into the Hulk.
