Central Park in the Sun
So, you know, I’m on my lunch break yesterday and rather than my normal smoke a cigarette and don’t eat lunch routine (fuck lunch, yo), I decide to be on some seize the day shit and walk the few blocks over to Central Park, as it was a nice day and all. So I walk west until I’m on the 5th Ave and i notice that they still got the bleachers up from (presumably) the Greek Independence Parade, so thats all interesting and whatnot, at least in the sense of obstructing my view and preventing my entrance to the park. Independence (ance?) from whom or what?? I was absent that day, I guess. ANYWAY, so I walk downtown a few blocks smoking my Parliament light 100 (charcol filtered…more on this later) and enjoying the fact that it wasn’t freezing cold anymore, and I stop to look over the playground on 67th. It was mad nice, all these little ass kids playing on the swings and there is this curvy metal slide. It briefly reminded me of my own youth (although I could have sworn I did things like go to pre-school during the day, hence my incredible intellectual foundation not to mention my immaculate spelling and adding skills, math son, math) and although St. Vartans park in midtown paled in comparison to Central Park (and even most dog-walking parks. people outside of the city don’t get how there are parks without one fucking inch of grass. oh excuse me, fenced off grass areas sprayed with rat posion count.) the memory of spending an early spring afternoon in the park was nice. Then I remembered all those episodes of Law and Order (aka the best show on TV, ever. shut the fuck up dawg, EVER.) that started with a child being grabbed out of the park by some ridiculously good looking kid wearing a North Face jacket and smoking a Parliament light 100, and rather than risk making one of the mothers (by which I mean babysitters) nervous and having them alert Briscoe and Logan, I just simply took my ass back up the 5th Ave. and returned to work to curse the Yankees for losing and the Mets for winning. That was yesterday and this is today. Today son, today.
