A few shout-outs to those who helped me through the morass of unemployment:
Miss Midwesterly -- crazy, kooky girl whose perfectly-timed visits, among other things, got me through some dark times. She was always the first one to call me when I posted a grim note here on The Boat. Invariably cheerful when I needed it most.
Racer X -- always a voice of reason, right in the neighborhood -- introduced me to the best hot dogs in the East Village, and fronted me for uncountable drinks. Cooked me a steak.
Peeker -- the guy who can make me laugh hard enough to make me wet my pants a little. Also bought me many, many beers.
Ace -- What can I say about Ace? My oldest "New York" friend. Willing to travel in to NYC from HOBOKEN to buy me many, many beers. Ace, you are the only person I know with the balls to fire up your one-hitter directly in front of a cop and pull it off. My hat is off to you.
EmKay -- Presiding over the taps at Marshall Stack, I know you gave me more free drinks than your new bar could probably afford. But it was always nice to know that a few blocks south of The Bean, I could count on a cheerful face to greet me.
And to my Special Naked Friend -- I wouldn't have made it through the depression without our Naked Times together. Cause sometimes, a girl just needs to be naked with someone.
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In my defense, he was half way down the block looking the other way. The coolness factor, of which I normally have very little, was in not overreacting when you pointed the officer out. Of course, it could have been the Duvel talking.
Ace
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