Unless you heard this somewhere else, such as inside a stall in the women’s restroom of Penn Station.
This is probably the most informative piece of bathroom stall graffiti I’ve ever encountered. And possibly the only piece of bathroom stall graffiti I’ve seen that makes no mention of cock.
There was also graffiti on the stall door that said organized crime’s influence had infiltrated New Jersey Transit and the Long Island Rail Road, too! I didn’t know how to take any of this news…so I posted it here.
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Tagged joe pesci, lirr, new jersey transit, New York, organized crime, penn station, public restrooms, the mob!
The First Thursday in September
I stop in Bryant Park and watch the men
playing ping pong at 10:30 at night on a Thursday.
They bring their own paddles and balls–
they’re serious. Over where the grass usually is
other men are busy. They set up a tent.
Maybe for Fashion Week. I guess for Fashion Week.
I forget it’s Fall, unofficially, considering Labor Day.
I only stop in hopes one of the men will invite me to play,
but after I try and fail to catch a stray ball
that flies near my head and one of the men says, “Good try,”
(in a way that makes me think he found it endearing that
I’d even attempted as it was obviously futile considering
my vagina) I walk off.
In line for the public restroom the two women behind me
talk about a bartender–
“You should totally marry him.” “Yeah,” the other one nods.
She describes the way he peers into her eyes over the bar
as she orders: “Intense.” They nod.
“He’s dreamy.” “Yes, dreamy. That’s
a good way to describe him.”
A door opens and a person emerges.
It’s my turn and I take a piss.
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Tagged bryant park, fashion week, labor day, ping pong, piss, public restrooms, vagina