My father the surgeon used to joke that the hospitals gave away motorcycles to get fresh new organs for the transplant patients. Thank goodness you're okay!
Yikes! That’s my old hood. Almost got literally abducted by three guys in a van one night on Nostrand Ave while buying vegetables because they thought a white chick on Nostrand late at night must be a prostitute. lol Enjoy! Glad you’re ok! ❤️ Show us the nails!💅🏽
Ummmmm Vespas definitely have a bit of a cool factor — but you'd be much safer on an actual motorcycle. Sadly, scooters have basically bicycle brakes, mediocre acceleration and not great maneuverability (the three things that can get you out of danger on a motorcycle). They also have wheels small enough to really fuck you up in a pothole. Haven't been in Brooklyn for a while but I'm sure pavement maintenance is no better than SF...
I also just checked and six of your books are available on Amazon (one as a Kindle edition).
BTW, this is Mark Hayes, Keith's older brother, we all went to Tam...
Adapting at the right times can be a great Libra trait. Our (my) also-Libra aunt says, "drive fast, take chances." But that one is meant as strong metaphor and I do agree about the helmet.
I have never read you before until this, your moved to Brooklyn. Now I will read what I can find of your work that my old, tired, broke-ass can find of your work. I hope one day to read a work of yours with a language which does more than make me smile with your brilliance. Thank you!
Pookie, I hope you are taking care of your dear bruised body. That sounds so scary. F’in Vespas! Honey Lee tried to MAKE me ride one. You are bolder. I am very intrigued by your middle aged flamenco crisis. I feel one of those coming on myself. But what if I just want the DRESS and the canastas? I think you are perceived as more than a wine-pouring Fate Master. There’s no way those drinkers and readers aren’t getting a snootful of your POV. Love you, Cintra!
You are absolutely heroic. I live in a little neighborhood that is old enough to have sufficient vegetation that one can pretend that trees and shrubbery are actually indigenous to the place. I walk in the alleys is a simulacrum of hanging out in the county in days of yore. I know that seems dull, but I'm as old as Donnie Dumbfuck without the entourage and I had to give up karate when I got on blood thinners. How pathetic. All you have to do to be a hippie around here is to be unarmed. Be safe! Don't harm that marvelous brain!
Not to sound like a Dad (although I am one)but please wear a helmet Cintra. We need that precious brain pan for our weekly fix.
My father the surgeon used to joke that the hospitals gave away motorcycles to get fresh new organs for the transplant patients. Thank goodness you're okay!
Yikes! That’s my old hood. Almost got literally abducted by three guys in a van one night on Nostrand Ave while buying vegetables because they thought a white chick on Nostrand late at night must be a prostitute. lol Enjoy! Glad you’re ok! ❤️ Show us the nails!💅🏽
We're gonna rev up the motor scooters
When Josie comes home to stay/
Moved to Brooklyn, fell for an Italian wasp, you'll be settled with twins on Long Island before Thanksgiving.
/She prays like a Roman
With her eyes on fire
Ummmmm Vespas definitely have a bit of a cool factor — but you'd be much safer on an actual motorcycle. Sadly, scooters have basically bicycle brakes, mediocre acceleration and not great maneuverability (the three things that can get you out of danger on a motorcycle). They also have wheels small enough to really fuck you up in a pothole. Haven't been in Brooklyn for a while but I'm sure pavement maintenance is no better than SF...
I also just checked and six of your books are available on Amazon (one as a Kindle edition).
BTW, this is Mark Hayes, Keith's older brother, we all went to Tam...
"...and I will go with it. "
Adapting at the right times can be a great Libra trait. Our (my) also-Libra aunt says, "drive fast, take chances." But that one is meant as strong metaphor and I do agree about the helmet.
So glad you survived it! Hilarious ending. Be safe! Hope the distinct personality of your Vespa reveals itself to you rapidamente.
Vespa are less safe than for example Honda City.
Sell it, get a city bike, automatic, big wheels, and no deadly quirks.
Glad you lived to tell this tale!
Get back on girl! You’ll be featherin’ that mofo like a Principessa in no time!
What happens with paying for repairs to the car that you 'Majorly dented and scraped' if you are driving without insurance?
For your information, I gave the woman cash the next day.
I have never read you before until this, your moved to Brooklyn. Now I will read what I can find of your work that my old, tired, broke-ass can find of your work. I hope one day to read a work of yours with a language which does more than make me smile with your brilliance. Thank you!
Pookie, I hope you are taking care of your dear bruised body. That sounds so scary. F’in Vespas! Honey Lee tried to MAKE me ride one. You are bolder. I am very intrigued by your middle aged flamenco crisis. I feel one of those coming on myself. But what if I just want the DRESS and the canastas? I think you are perceived as more than a wine-pouring Fate Master. There’s no way those drinkers and readers aren’t getting a snootful of your POV. Love you, Cintra!
You are absolutely heroic. I live in a little neighborhood that is old enough to have sufficient vegetation that one can pretend that trees and shrubbery are actually indigenous to the place. I walk in the alleys is a simulacrum of hanging out in the county in days of yore. I know that seems dull, but I'm as old as Donnie Dumbfuck without the entourage and I had to give up karate when I got on blood thinners. How pathetic. All you have to do to be a hippie around here is to be unarmed. Be safe! Don't harm that marvelous brain!
Thank you thank you !
Good luck achieving symbiosis w/ the personas of your new city and scooter. I just hope the Vespa isn’t an asshole.