Archive for Harlem Ain’t for Amateurs
HollahFail: Baseball Bats
“Hey! I see you! I see you, gurl, wit’ yo’ baseball bat legs! I see you, gurl!”:
Overheard on 125th
Her: “Why you get upset like that!?” Him: “What? I wasn’t mad! I talk loud all the time, on the regular!”
Seen on Park Ave. & 125th
A tall security guard in a heavy coat moaning and groaning– when I got closer I realized he was working out. Without weights. While making noises as if he had weights.
Seen on the way to work:
My elderly male neighbor rolling a joint in the hallway window at 11am.
HollahFail on 125th
Teen boy to a passing teen girl: “Hey. (beat) Hey! (and when she still won’t turn around) I swear to my mom I look good!
Karaoke Boy (again)
So, I saw Karaoke Boy again two nights ago. Same spot. Same boom box. New hat. This time he had an older couple crowding him in awe. He smiled and chatted but the second the song playing on the boom box edged toward the chorus, he took a step back and started belting it out, [...]
I get low, low, low
Why come (yes, I said it) are the saggy pants kids moving on to saggy backpacks? Today, I saw two different kids wearing backpacks that were dangling very close to the ground. It goes without saying that they had to keep their hands in their pants pockets to keep the backpack from falling. Seems like [...]
HollahFails
So, I have a new category for my crazy Harlem blog (the aptly named, Harlem Ain’t for Amateurs). The new category is called Harlem Hollahs. And, yes, it is exactly what it sounds like. I’ve overheard some of the funniest pick-up lines in my life since I’ve been living in Harlem. And I’ve been selfish [...]
Karaoke Boy is back
I haven’t seen Karaoke Boy in so long I’d forgotten about him but on Saturday night, as I walked down Lenox Ave. to check out the Fedor MMA fight at a friend’s house, there he was. In case I haven’t blogged about Karakoe Boy before (I can’t remember), he’s a young man of about 20 [...]
Harlem Ain’t For Amateurs: Girl-fight!
So, as I was walking to Key Food this morning, I witnessed two women yelling at each other. I’m saddened to report that at 9:30 am (i.e. FULL daylight) one of the women pulled down her jeans and panties (mid-rant) and -sigh- relieved herself right there on the curb. It gets worse. She was holding [...]
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