A true story, or as true as they get on the NYC subway. Illustrations by the ever talented man with great hair, Greg Bemis.
Those buildings along Fulton used to all be abandoned. It used to be this long block of abandoned buildings. One time they found my friends head in a toilet up in there, and people just knew.
Friend interrupts, “Just the head?”
Yeah, just the head. They knew, because that’s how they used to do it. They’d just chop your body up and leave you in one of the abandoned buildings.
So I’m in the park with my brother one night and we see these dudes walkin’ up. We’re on a bench, and there were like – (Counts in his head) – eight of ‘em. My brother is two years older than me so he was like, ten and I’m eight. These dudes are like twenty-eight, thirty, thirty-two and they come up and grab us.
Now they don’t have guns, they got knives and shit. That got these like, long skinny knifes like, mini-machetes. One of them is like, “Yo, lets not do it here.”
I’m, like thinkin, “Do what?!”
So another one of them said, let’s take em to the abandoned building across Fulton. So my brother, I don’t really know how he does it but he does this spin kick move or something, (half acts it out, rotating to his left and kicking his right leg out a bit) and he starts running. One of them had a stick and hits him, but he keeps running, limping a bit but running
Friend says, “But they still got you right?”
Yeah, but I’m not thinkin about me cause I’m still thinkin about my brother! I’m like, “Run David! Yeah! Run!
They still have me though, but it’s not that late, it’s like maybe… 8:30, but we’re the only ones in the park. One of them says, let’s do this still, and they start takin me over to the buildings .They were carrying me down the street and there is a line of cars I’m grabbing to like every car screaming.
The Friend asked, “How old were you again?”
Eight. So then, I don’t know how he did it, but my brother comes back with a whole baseball team. I don’t know what he said, but there he is with the whole baseball team.
And the way it was, there was a fence along the street and then hill in the park so it sloped down to the street. So there we are at the bottom and at the top of the hill there are 20 dudes and my brother scream, “Hey! Let ‘em go!”
And the dudes see ‘em up on the hill and just book!
(Laughs as the train starts pulling into 125th street station)
That’s the day man, that’s the day I knew there was a god. How does something like that happen if there is no God?