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Friday the 13th Guest Blog |
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Written by Father Panik
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Tuesday, 08 July 2008 |
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Father Panik Gets his ass jinx proofed. I saw the devil once.
NYC back in the early 90's. East Village. Loisaida.
The old alphabet city was filled with burnt out buildings, abandoned cars stripped and skeletal. Junkie crackheads ran the streets like an undead army.
The area was mostly Puerto Rican. The whites who moved in where not looked upon favorably.
The Puerto Ricans may have lived in a ghetto but they did not live in ghetto homes. They had jobs. Went to church. Kept spotless homes. Couches wrapped in plastic....
The whites tended to live in squats or dressed as if ready for the apocalypse that came with a Ministry soundtrack.
We were expats from the mainland. Gleefully outcast.
I loved NYC back then. I had a huge heatless place in the heart of darkness. Ave C.
Being a young man in an area where most feared to tread was a blast. Real Wild West shit.
A knife in the pocket was an essential fashion accessory.
I indulged in all the neighborhood had to offer. Too much.
So I stopped. Got clean.
Kept the knife.
Late one winter night about 3am I was walking home to Ave C. The streets were deserted and quiet.
A heavy fog had settled in making it impossible to see more than half a block ahead.
My hands deep in my pockets. Warm fingers wrapped around cold Japanese stainless steel.
My senses, newly cleansed, were as sharp as the blade.
A practitioner of street corner diplomacy, I was ready for the packs of Puerto Ricans and crackheads who saw my white skin as the mark of a victim.
The devil knew that. That's why "it" appeared as it did.
In the middle of the block as a young white woman.
I first saw her in the grey night fog as a shadow. As I approached her form solidified.
She was hot in a Soho kind of way. Not the typical apocalypse babe or crackhead hooker that I was used to seeing. Standing alone on empty sidewalk. Tastefully dressed with a cool sexiness I only saw in fashion magazines. Nice hair. Good teeth. Healthy.
She smiled as I approached, looking me in the eye as I came along side her.
In her hand was a whiskey glass filed to the brim with gold liquid that glimmered in the fog.
"Hi. Would you like some tequila"? She very pleasantly asked and held the glass out to me.
Now aint that some shit?
Hell yes I wanted some tequila. I wanted to drink it from her belly as she poured it between those Soho tits.
I wanted it from the most lizard part of my brain.
That's how I knew. She was the devil.
See, the devil overplayed his hand. Made it obvious.
Hot white chicks bearing free tequila just did not fucking materialize in the middle of alphabet fucking city at 3fuckingA.M. when you were white knuckling it night after night trying not to fucking drink no fucking way was this fucking real this was a fucking trap a fucking siren singing songs to this Loisaida Odysseus to make him crash his ship on the fucking rocks.
I declined and kept moving. It felt good.
That night I did not white knuckle it.
The neighborhood has changed immensely. Black Amex condos replaced Road Warrior chic.
But the devil is still there. Waiting.
Knifes aint no good in that fight.
For that we need Michelle Myles and crew at Daredevil Tattoo. That there, is some genuine old school. Tattooing when it was a crime in NYC. Survivors of the crack wars, refusing gentrification and $6 lattes, they know a thing or two about beating the devil.
On Friday the 13 they offer $13 Lucky 13 tattoos. On that day from noon to midnight hundreds of the broke beautiful and doomed showed up to choose talismans from a specially designed sheet of flash. All with the number 13, all with mojo useful the fight against whatever it is needs fighting.
Friday the 13th is coming around again. You will have your chance to get your mark. Show up early. You are going to have to take a number and wait. Face it, you need the help so get in line and shut up.
I got mine, and for now, the devil is back in his fucking hole.
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