April 14, 2011

Okay, I’m writing the introduction after I’m done with tonight because it was a big fail. And a big disappointment to me. I can’t say what I was going to do because for the life of me I’m going to pull it off down the road. When I’m obsessed with something I can’t let it go and now I’m definitely obsessed with getting the post I wanted to do tonight. Sorry for the mystery and those of you who know what I was going to do, please don’t reveal it in the comments because it would ruin it for the post I will eventually do. Even though it didn’t work out, I still soldiered on and got some photos for a post to put up, even though I was in a shattered mood. What I wanted to do would’ve been such a classic post and I feel pretty horrible that I didn’t pull it off. Eventually I will. Anyway, here’s what I got in spite of my failure. You can’t win them all. Over, under, sideways, down.

Another chilly dismal night out here. When the fuck is the weather going to break here?

We'll be taking the F train to the East Village. (In retrospect I should've realized the "F" stands for Fail. I should've taken a cab. Noted for the next time.)

As soon as I got down on the tracks, boom, the train came rolling in. I love it when that happens!

And here we are in the East Village.

And about a block from here is where it all fell apart. I thought this would be a great night and it just didn't work at all. So with no game plan, it's time to improvise and try and salvage something out of this rotten night.

I thought maybe I'd walk around and take pictures of beg bug signs. Yes, i was that desperate. But just like cops, when you want to see a bed bug sign, they're few and far between.

I love the words, "Call Crazy Landlord." That would be a good name for a book, movie and/or a rock 'n' roll band. Just a little observation while wandering.

Seeing these bikes made me remember that the Hells Angels building is close by. That would make for some decent photos. Maybe get a good shot of their motorcycles all in lined up in front of their building.

And here we are, the infamous Hells Angels building on Third Street.

Hells Angels New York City.

Another banner off to the right of the building. I was disappointed that their aren't any Angels milling around. Maybe next time.

The notorius Hells Angels bench. MAD pal, EV Grieve broke a story about this a few months ago. Check it out here: Hells Angels bench.

I wanted a good shot of the motorcycles that are always parked out here, but they're all covered up, due to the shitty weather. I tell you, some nights you just cannot win. Sheesh!

On my way home, I saw these three gumball machines.

They're steel-topped Beaver machines. Always the mark of excellence!

I got a little yellow ring. A small reward on a night of gloom and doom. Oh well, tomorrow's another night. See you then, after dark.

Further reading and watching: EV Grieve, Flaming Pablum, Hells Angels NYC and Hunter Thompson.

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Bonus Photo From Lex!

And to remind us all that things could be worse, MAD friend Lex, sent in this photo from Canada, where seemingly winter never ends!