“I’m going to fuck somebody up real bad.”

I’m reading on Gothamist about all these women getting mugged in my neighborhood, two within two blocks of where I live, when I hear this guy screaming on the street about how he’s going to get someone. I should wear a sign, “Struggling writer. Don’t bother.” Or, “Struggling writer. Economy not my fault. Plus, I rent.” Why is Mace illegal??

Anyway, on a different note, I finished wrapping up everything for my New York Cares kid and mailed the packages off this morning. I feel good. I found what he wanted, and I remembered to double check if batteries were included. They were not! How disappointing that would have been!

I included a thank you note to the coordinator. Doing this turned out to be a present to me as well.

This firetruck went by me the other day. Can you see how back-in-time it looks?

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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