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Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Christina’s Restaurant
Taken August 22, 2010.
Miss Heather
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6 Comments on Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Christina’s Restaurant
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deadzebra on
Mon, 23rd Aug 2010 11:44 pm
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missheather on
Tue, 24th Aug 2010 12:08 am
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deadzebra on
Tue, 24th Aug 2010 11:12 am
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missheather on
Tue, 24th Aug 2010 11:34 am
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deadzebra on
Tue, 24th Aug 2010 5:06 pm
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missheather on
Tue, 24th Aug 2010 5:16 pm
hey it’s my favorite crazy old lady, you should grab a translator and attempt to find out her deal. does she still keep most of her stuff in the vestibule near blackout? she’s always dressed up and nowhere to go, but willing to talk to anyone. i’m not sure if it’s Polish or Crazy or both, so finding the appropriate translator may prove difficult.
She’s my LEAST favorite crazy old lady. One time she went into this ear drum rupturing screaming fit at the junk shop. I honestly thought she had fallen and hurt herself. No sir: she just wanted to know the price for a nightshirt. Oh yeah, you don't need a translator to understand her. She speaks English. I know this because she likes to ask me (I'm guessing because I look Polish) if I speak English. I, as has become my habit, look her in the eye and say, "No, I do not speak English."
For the record i was being sarcastic about her being my favorite crazy old lady, it would be sort of like having a prized pustule.
It’s all good, deadzebra. I do have a favorite crazy old lady, by the way. Methinks she is deceased now but she used to walk down Manhattan Avenue with a sleeping bag or some kind of blanket wrapped around her head like a turban. This easily added another 10 inches to her height. Given she was only 5′ tall the effect was quite stunning. And then of course there was the woman who followed me down Meserole Avenue shouting at me in English that I really was from Poland but was acting like I wasn’t. The local eccentrics are, in my opinion, one of Greenpoint’s greatest treasures. One day I hope to become one of them. I simply do not like screaming.
It’s good to have aspirations. Perhaps one day you shall be one of the quiet ones, making sweet sweet dirt-face love on a bedbug ridden mattress next to Malone’s. *sigh* dreams.
If you can believe it, you can achieve it! That said, methinks I’ll pass on your suggestion. It’s not quite my style. Methinks the turban lady is more my speed.
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