Today is going to be a busy day for me, so here is a "throwback jam" if you will from August 10th.
My loyal reader(s) know that on Mondays and Fridays I have a boxing class. I hate to miss them, but acting takes priority over boxing. Gut Punch is definitely acting, so I missed boxing last night. Upon returning home I decided to take a run. I went to this site to figure out a running path. It looked good. It would be 3 miles. Not bad, I can handle that. For those of you who have never been to Queens......this boro is why GPS was invented. There are streets, avenue, places and drives most of them are numbered. Some of them stop for no reason and pick up again a few blocks away. I've lived here for 3+ years and I still get turned around.
I think you know where this is going.
I made a wrong turn and wound up in the projects. Here is where I dun goofed up. Scroll down a bit and the pointer should be right by Vernon Blvd. Hint (it runs parallel to the river). I was supposed to take Vernon to Main and take Main to 12th street, make a left on 12th street and take that to Shore Blvd, to the park, make a right on Ditmars, right on Crescent and run home. But nooo-oooo. I had to get confused by how Main breaks in 2 and becomes 30th Avenue for 25 yards. Wahhh wahhh.
I made a left on 8th street and found myself smack-dab in the middle of the Astoria Houses.
It was like a scene out of "The Wire". Doods playing dice, smoking, brown bagging it. I even saw some old guys with fancy canes. One fancy caned gentlemen told me as I ran by that I "can't just fucking jog down this street." At this point, I decided to increase my pace, and about 50 strides later, realized I was lost, and how I got lost. But there was no way in Hades I was going to retrace my steps past Slim Charles, Bodie and D'Angelo. So I kept on running, by the time I got home I was drenched in sweat. Even my socks were wet like sponges left in a soaking pot.
I went back to walkjogrun.net and retraced my path, I ran about 6 miles. Ha. Those gentlemen in the projects were not particularly inviting. Had the situation been reversed and had they gotten lost and wound up in some place with tons of white people (like a farmers market, baby gap or vampire weekend concert) I would have been nice to them. Poo poo on them.