the bastard is out late tonight.
I had a delightful meal at the elder's hizzle and I also had to make a stop on the planet of brooklyn to accept a generous gift from the chairman.
this makes for a late ride home for a bastard and his wife was worried.
"what if some thing happens on the subway on the way home?"
"how do you know this?"
"simple, this isn't the 1970's, the south Bronx, or is it the south Bronx in the 1970's"
I relay this tale to the chairman and his retort is, "you just take a page from your brother (re: mofo). you play it crazy.
and that's the secret kids.
you feel the forces of evil closing in on you on the F train?
throw your hot beverage across the car and scream "OH MY Fucking SATan! there's cobras in my coffee!!!!"
are you on a platform at 3 am with desperate characters? start doing the robot.
my favorite was the time I was in a McDonalds in new Hyde park and a kid who had been staring at his hamburger for 10 minutes screamed out that just remembered he was a vegetarian and he threw his food across the restaurant as he ran out.
well that kid may not have been playing but I suspect that he was.
always play it crazy and the most ne'er do well of the ne'er do wells will pass you by for the scared kid with the Vulcan science academy sweatshirt everytime.