too hardcore for the big apple

i went to new york last year.

i went to new york last year a week from today.

i went to new york last year a week from today with my honduran friends.

i went to new york last year a week from today with my honduran friends and stayed with my friends chris and austin.

i went to new york last year a week from today with my honduran friends and stayed with my friends chris and austin and drank beers and played skip bo on their stoop in harlem.

i went to new york last year a week from today with my honduran friends and stayed with my friends chris and austin and drank beers and played skip bo on their stoop in harlem AND GOT A DERN CITATION FOR OPEN CONTAINER!!!

it was awesome. i went into the bathroom came out to be greeted by flashlights in my face. the cops were writing tickets for every beer and alcoholic beverage on the porch i tried to explain to the officer that in the south we could drink on our front porches. apparently the cop took that as a smart ass comment (me, smart ass...i know) and wrote us the damn ticket anyway. me, being the responsible person that i am, didnt pay the ticket out of defiance to law. a lot of good it did me, i promise.

today, as i smoked my preshow cigarette, i remembered the ticket and wondered, aloud, what the penalty would be now...a year later and what the consequence would be if returned to new york. "they couldnt find me, right?," i said to bruce, an actor in the show im working on and a fellow who lived a minute in new york. he informed me that

***this blog was a lost (and now found draft) that is being updated on 5 december 2009...and....GO!***

all of the computer systems were linked together. GREAT.

so to make a long story short...(TOO LATE) i made the trip successfully and didnt get in one stictch of trouble.

and to make a short story a little longer...i still have a warrant out for my arrest in the city of new york. pretty bad ass, right?