Obviously with them there, I didn’t need to listen to the soft screams in the back of my mind telling me something wasn’t right. A bit of an odd request, sure, but his wife and her adult sister were also in the kitchen. So when the husband told me to lay on the kitchen floor because he’d learned this new back massage technique he wanted to show me, I figured it was cool. I knew my bosses had likely had no orders since I left if things did get busy, they’d text me.
The CD kept taking longer than he thought. People are actually pretty cool, if you give them the chance. The husband told me to hang on a few minutes because he was burning me this great jazz CD. I sat and talked about art with them while the drinks settled into my brain. This was my Big Lebowski phase, when I was all about hedonism, new highs and new humans. When I got to their house they immediately gave me a drink. Business was so slow that day I knew I could chill for a bit with them at their place, since they were five minutes from the restaurant. He was a professor and she sold homemade jewelry and crafts. A couple in their 50s who were always very friendly with my bosses called in an order. One July 4th we were open but knew business would be dead. I drove around meeting new people, seeing all kinds of neighborhoods, and getting cash under the table for it. It was maybe the most satisfying job I’ve ever had. I took phone calls, sometimes made fried rice, folded endless paper bags and filled endless bags of chow mein noodles and handled all deliveries.
When I was 25, I worked at a Chinese restaurant. I told my father about this last week for the first time. As he finished speaking, Walter slid a hand under the table, up my leg. All women did was cry rape, he said, and I was “too nice” of a boy to suffer that. All women wanted was my “seed,” because they wanted to steal my energy and trap me into having to support them for life. After I told him I was gonna see my girlfriend, he told me that God put women on Earth to tempt men. Maybe something I’d use in a book someday.Ī few minutes after he sat, Walter asked where I was going. Something I’d never have known without meeting him. I’d get a story out of it, at the very worst at best, I’d learn something about Walter that I’d carry forward in my life. I thought any interaction with another person was better than being alone. Walter was a local celebrity at the time, an elderly man who went around the downtown mall playing his accordion and trying to bring joy to young people, especially children. I read while I ate - Anne Rice, I’m sure - until someone asked if they could join me. I was the only customer in the dining area. There was a Burger King above the station. When I was 18, I was at the bus station, waiting to hop a ride to Ithaca to see my then-girlfriend. Why waste our time with non-news? What’s the point of the press bugging people to answer questions we know they never will? It proves the front office isn’t paranoid, just efficient. So the cynicism - or, depending on which side of the aisle you’re on, the pragmatism - of the Grimes example above is de rigueur.
Quentin Grimes is about as compelling a quote as soft-serve vanilla ice cream.
Eloquent brain areas series#
The national press can piss off for not following or knowing the team as closely as we do the local guys can go to hell for not being more positive about a franchise that’s won one playoff series in 20 years, or for not asking deeper, more thoughtful questions of people who’ve never shown an interest in hearing any.Īnd we all know most athletes are trained to offer nothing of interest in interviews. And then there’s “them,” establishment NBA media. Lines are drawn and boundaries clear: there’s “us,” meaning the Knick organization and their fans. This is the riveting stuff the beat writers were frothing at the mouth to ask our players… glad they’re happy now - sam October 10, 2022
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