blah, sorry I haven’t posted.
I tweeted that I left my phone in Mass. while I went on a field trip to New York, and by time I got back it was Saturday.
anyway, if you remember, I want to be a writer. when I’m not blogging, hanging out or in school, I’m writing. actually, sometimes I write in school. I started this blog as a way to write my stories and hopefully get feedback while mixing in other things. I’ve strayed away from the books part of boysandbooks.com but no more! I’m going to try to post excerpts from things I’m working on.
and to kick off my new section of posts… let’s call it “b&b writes”
so, in my mind, there is a perpetual inner monologue. I write stories in my mind about everything. I could be walking to the store and in my head it would go:
” as the cars rushed by she did everything but look in the cars. she feared the look on their faces would be mocking, or full of pity. “oh look at the poor girl” one lady would say to her husband as she put her hand on his arm, “all by herself and its so cold out! the poor dear. let’s stare at her” so, she busied herself. she cleaned her fingernails as she was wont to do, she watched her step because she was very clumsy and could trip on the tiniest twig, and she wiggled her pinky finger that was oddly double jointed. “
yeah, I’m pretty weird. and so I miiiight start working on a NY story, though at the moment I’m re-writing a short story I wrote about a man who revisits the church he attended while he was a kid and was raped by the pastor at after 20 years. (lemme know if you want me to post that one)
anyway, this is what I thought of when I was in New York City.
an excerpt from “The City So Nice They Named It Twice”
Today was December 4th. It was a clear day, hardly any wind, and it was around 7 at night. When you looked up at the sky (if you could see it between all those skyscrapers) there would be zero stars to sparkle your eyes and ignite your wonder of the universe. Normally, New Yorks air pollution covered all but a few incredibly bright and hot stars, but tonight was a different night.
New York had decided it was time to start the holiday season and had befitted every building worth knowing with obnoxiously bright lights.
NYC is a very popular tourist stop. “SEE AMERICA! VISIT NEW YORK CITY! LET OUR LIGHTS DAZZLE YOU! THIS IS TRUE AMERICANA!” I imagined that was written on all the brochures the travel people pushed on foreign peoples and the wide-eyed yucks from the Mid-West dust bowl. at least, that was the gist of what they fed me.
10 years ago, I was like the tourists I was shoving past now, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, my camera glued to my eye as I took pictures of everything and anything.
“Oh look! There’s a snowflake dancing with a gingerbread man in that window! *click* Aw! A little girl has her nose pressed against the glass of FAO Schwartz! *click* Wow! Real people are bustling in and out of – OH MY GOSH DO YOU SEE THAT TREE!? ITS HUGE! *click click click click* “
Where was that camera, anyway? Probably stored inside the box that held all of my over-priced souvenirs.
There are 3 types of people in New York. There’s the tourist who will buy anything, there’s the rich man who gets the money from the tourist, and there’s the regular guy who gets by on the other regular guys money.
In Rockefeller Center, you’ll see many brightly lit shops with huge displays and expensive storefronts. Inside, the only people you see shopping are the rich people with peacoats and suits underneath, and tourists. There are 2 kinds of tourists, the kinds that are blantly a tourist, with camera in hand and a color coordinated map or the tourist who read the “don’t look like a tourist” handbook cover to cover and made themselves look so normal that its not, and in the end, its obvious they are tourists.
I hate tourists. I hate expensive stores that only exist to cater to the rich. If I went into, say, Micheal Kors the doorman would give me the quaint greeting he gives everyone else, coupled with the look that goes “please stop wasting space, I know your not buying anything.”
I hate New York. No, that’s a lie. I hate fake New York.
Fake New York only exists to further the rich mans economy. In fake NY, you’ll be dazzled right out of your money by the bright lights and the beautiful people in the store window. This part of NY easily hides its debt, what with its shows on every corner, the Naked Cowboy, Radio City Music Hall, and The Top Of The Rock, the only building that will charge you an outrageous amount of money so you can look at a big tree and watch other people skate. And oh! you can buy a small cup of hot chocolate for quadruple what’s its worth.
Most people walking the brightly lit sidewalks of New York are expecting the stars of Gossip Girl to come around the corner, or Tina Fey to say something witty to them. They think NY is a wonderful place filled with wonderful people when, in fact, it isn’t.
Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Andrew Billards. Yeah, like the game. Its nice to meet you. Actually, it isn’t. But this is NY, and this city is a city of pretend, so why don’t we keep on pretending like we like each other when we don’t. Don’t worry, if you still like me, you won’t when I’m done telling you my story.
So you know all about NY now. The REAL NY. You remember I moved here 10 years ago, right? When I was a deeply impressionable 18 year old. God, I was stupid. I saw the Pretty Lights and I was hooked. Moved out here the first chance I got. Shoulda stayed in the Dust Bowl.
I’m not the only one who feels this way, you know. I have a friend, his names Hank and he is a stunner. He works in Rockefeller Center, god bless him. And he hates fake NY more than anyone I know. He’s killer smart too. Graduated from NYU top of his class. He’s my roommate. We are definitely a pair. Him with his black hair, blue eyes, porcelain skin and his black peacoat compared to my dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and dusty jacket I’ve been wearing since god-knows-when is quite a sight.
Appearances can be decieving, though. Just as NY isn’t what it pretends to be, neither is Hank. Hank has been boiling inside for a loooong time. He’s used his smarts to plan something, something big, a la Fight Club, but bigger. And I was helping him. By Christmas Eve, everything anyone knew about New York would be flipped on its head.
I pushed past a tourist and simultaneously stole his wallet. Easy. I usually stayed away from this part of the city, but I was going to meet Hank. We had some work to do.
end excerpt.
I realize that the whole thing shoulda been in italics, but I don’t like the way italics looks.
anyway, that’s some of my story! let me know what you think, please. I feel like a misguided ghost sometimes with writing. I never know if I should pursue it as a career or do something else.
anyway x2, here’s what I learned from my day in New York.
1. They jack up the prices on things and when you question it they go “hey, its New York!”
2. some tourists are really mean and will do anything for a picture
3. some tourists are really nice and when you gets seperated from your group they help you
4. some pizza guys like to make conversation with you but when you need something to put your slice in, they’ll give your friend a box for her plate of chicken and you a bag for your pizza. wtf is that? -__-
5. the tree is definitely worth seeing in person.
6. so is the church and everything around ground zero.
7. the people there are crazy drivers and will drive thisclose to you and won’t even bat an eyelash!
8. they have an inhuman way of knowing how long they have to cross the street (which is about 2 seconds!)
9. the cops drive these itty bitty half car things that I don’t really understand. when they arrest people, do they sit on their lap?
10.! the Rockettes are fun to watch but they kinda overuse that high kick thing and then you get bored and fall asleep. but then they have weird fire works so you wake back up and then its fun to watch!
overall, I enjoyed my time in NY. the last time I went I think was 8 years ago, and it was after christmas. oh! another thing I learned, the tourist malls they have SUCK!
ok, sorry for not posting!
feedback is appreciated!
xo,a










