Coney Island Photo Trip

[Originally written 3.10.03]

The journey to Coney Island was not an easy one.  It seemed like everyone on the road was trying to hit us. Traffic galore on 1&9.  Then easy going to the Goethals, until after the toll.  Traffic was heavy almost all the way to the Verizzano.  Why?  People don’t know how to read.  There are numerous signs that warn you of a merge ahead, and yet people decide that this does not apply to them.  Then they try to squeeze and nudge their way in front of you.  How ’bout, fuck off? You chose that lane, you sit in it.  If you want to be an asshole and gain that 0.000000000000000000001 of a second by doing so, be my guest.  Sooner or later, the only thing you will be on time for is your own funeral.

Going over the Verizzano itself was no problem, but I ran into traffic all the way to Cropsey Ave.  How I survived without totally losing it and driving like the rest of the agressive apes, I’ll never know.  Perhaps Jon providing much smoking of joints and entertainment helped.

There was plenty of light for photos, which was good as the boardwalk was covered with much ice.  Slid once, but Jon caught me before I fell, as I was in no mood to bust my ass.  Tho there really wasn’t anyone around to see me if I did.  *heh*  Took a few pics of the still dismantled Parachute tower, a few of the snow covered beach—complete with plastic palm tree—a few of the deserted Thunderbolt grave site and spent the rest on the newly landmarked Child’s.  We never really ventured down that end of the boardwalk before, and I had to scold myself for not doing so earlier, as the building is such a great work of art.  Was dying for a bathroom and starting to get cold, so I took one last shot of the fading sunset, a few long shots of Astroland and one of the Playland building from accross the street before happily climbing back into my car.  Next trip out will be earlier and focus on the Bowery.  [I am trying to capture every prominant feature of Coney Island in all my shoots].

We encountered even more traffic on the way back, which was hell b/c I had to pee.  What I didn’t understand, is that there were bathrooms on the boardwalk, but none of them were open. Fought my way thru traffic and sped towards the Jeresey City mall, practically running to the bathroom.  Wandered around for a while and watched Jon do his thing, which is always amazing.  His hands are so quick one has a difficult time seeing what they are actually doing.  It’s such an easy process too.  Enter a store and commence browsing, having small talk about the weather or local news; nothing too loud or overly distracting.  While I pick up items and make the clerk behind the counter nervous, Jon is a few feet away slipping things into his pockets.  Again, it’s not that I really see him accomplish the feat, but once we exit the mall and get back in the car, he’s laughing and emptying his pockets like a human pinata.

This concluded my Friday, and I had fun, even though I spent almost all my money.  So what?  At least I got out of the house, I didn’t have to go to school and I calmed the urge inside me to visit Coney Island.  Definitely going again before the season starts [a month from this Thursday to be exact].

Of course, I always appreciate spending time with Jon…tho our adventures were only beginning.


Part II of the weekend

Not being able to sleep and wait for Jon to call, I readied myself and headed out.  Stopped in at CVS, hoping to score some smokes.  Should know better by now that all the kids buy them up, as they were all sold out of the ones I wanted.  Settled for some cigarello’s, but didn’t like them as much as the regular ones I buy.  Might go back one day during the week to see if they are in stock.

The drive down to South Jersey is never really that interesting.  Sure, there’s some trees and ground and other cars.   The best part is actually getting to Avalon, as it’s one of those towns literally on the Shore, far removed from everything.  Which would bother some people, but it gives me peace compared to the constant hub of activity I find myself surrounded by.

He made me breakfast, and it was already waiting for me when I walked through the door.  My greeting was a giant hug that lifted me off my feet just a tiny bit.  He definitely smelled as though he had just come out of the shower.  The awesome meal was consumed with much thanks.   Then we relocated into the living room, where we commenced to smoke ourselves stupid, watch horror movies [with proper interrupting commentary] and talk about random things.

One discussion in particular stands out, because it was just so hilarious.  Jon is telling me about the teeth the dentist made for him and how he didn’t like the fit.  [Long story short, he had a couple in front knocked out back in the day, and subsequently they were replaced, but the old ones were wearing out, so he needed new ones.] Somehow it spawned from me mentioning the BME BBQ that’s going to be in Jersey.  He was joking that he has another mod aside from what is already visible, and that would be his teeth.  Then I suggest that he should look into getting custom made teeth that have gems and whatnot in them.  *harhar*  He said he could get some silver teeth or something like that.  The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded.

At some point during the nite he decides to roll a couple of blunts—real ones—and break out the jar of ‘shine.  Which leads to more interesting conversations.  The dawn of a new ‘scene’ or ‘genre’ or whatever.  It will be loud.  It will be crude.  It will be 100% DIY.  It will be completely ghetto fuckin’ fabulous, yo.  It will be a riot.

Sunday was spent pretty much the same way.  Smoked ourselves stupid and consumed coffee spiked with Bailey’s.

Then Jon suddenly hits me with the notion that he would like to move away from here [read: Jersey] and go somewhere with me.  Considering that we were fairly high and semi-drunk, I did not put much thought into this nor did we disscuss it further.  Sort of was just something he blurted out and then pretended was never said, so I left it at that.

Before I left, he asks if he could see me during the week.  This piqued my curiosity.  There are a variety reasons as to why we have not really seen each other that often in the past.  Come to think of it, this is the longest that Jon has been around in the past couple of years we have spent as friends.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy spending time with him, because he is my best friend and I would never complain about seeing him too much.  It just struck me as odd…and I do kind of sort of have a relationship with the Asshole.  There was neither a yes or no answer from me…or much of anything while he hugged me tightly.

We parted ways on that note it has been eating at me since.  Mostly on account that I am recalling various points of our drunken conversation over the weekend.  He confessed that he gets lonely sometimes, and even scared at nite.  What am I supposed to say to that?


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