The first couple of years are a blur. Katie got offended when I made a joke about Christ so I bought her a coffee.
Rob the boxer, who had an identical twin brother who was a famous comedian, lent me $20 when I needed it.
Phyllis got mad at me when I exposed her as a promoter to a customer. She also threw eggs out of her apartment window at the cars that played loud music.
The frozen wind kept everyone but us from the island for long stretches of the winter.
Drinking $3 cups of sake with Aaron upstairs at the old Teriyaki Boy on 48th, listening to stories from his sex life.
Franklin wearing a toolbelt stuffed full of flyers.
Margot sprinting across 7th dressed in costume as a Chicago Girl, shouting “I’m guilty.”
The year that TDF started putting their own Patron Service Representatives around the booth and we all thought that was the end of theater promotions in Times Square.
The family who couldn't afford the Spider-Man tickets after waiting in line and whose disappointment glowed red in the light of the LED boards that list what’s for sale.
Peter, the Rude Boy who occasionally shows up wearing a beautiful suit, looking for Franklin.
At Teresa's rent controlled apartment on 72nd she told us stories about being famous in the 1980s. I wore jeans and a vneck t-shirt and got drunk.
Rich Told me how Aaron was over at a one of the company management offices when he saw a check on a desk made out to Rich. The next day Aaron calls up that same office and casually offers to do all of Rich’s shows for half the price. The company said yes and It nearly ruined Rich.
British Michael would send me to get a milk and a Lucky Seven from the corner store. Once he won three times in a row and each time I got to go back for another ticket. Happy to be his errand boy.
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