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favorite neighborhood characters. — Brooklynian

favorite neighborhood characters.

let's hear it for the dude who sits on a milk crate in front of brooklyn heroes all day drinking cans of bud. i am not, however, a fan of the fact that he pees all over the place.

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  • is that place any good?
  • Subject: Re: favorite neighborhood characters.

    young snitch wrote: let's hear it for the dude who sits on a milk crate in front of brooklyn heroes all day drinking cans of bud. i am not, however, a fan of the fact that he pees all over the place.
    Absolutely. Somebody give the guy a medal.
  • it's just a standard deli with generic bread and boar's head coldcuts. if you want to grab a hero around the way, it's better than any of the corner stores. their special ingredients are love and urine harvested from the old man on the milk crate.
  • On St. Johns between Rogers & Bedford-- there's a guy who naps in the mornings in his car, with the drivers side door open and one leg hanging out, and music playing loudly. I pass him on my way to the subway and I always wonder when he's going to tell his wife that he got layed off from his job so he can stop the charade of heading off to work, and just sleep in.
  • There is a guy on Grand between Park and Prospect- flat top and a cigarette. He greats everybody, every day. Absolutely lovely.
  • There's this guy who works at the collision repair place on the northeast corner of Bergen and Grand, right at the bus stop, who is in looooooooooove with me. He picks up trash around the perimeter of their building. One morning he introduced himself, said he watches me every day at the bus stop and I seem so nice and so pretty and I don't smoke crack like all the other women around here, and did I know that the Lord is coming soon? Then he asked me out. I said I was busy that night. The next morning he came up and stood WAY too close to me and, right after he finished singing the praises of my beauty and telling me how it's the end times, started talking about the neighborhood. He gestured towards Grand Space, the commune/arts/rave space across the corner, and said, "That place, nah -- that place FULL of homosexuals!"

    "Yeah, I know. A couple of people who live there are really good friends of mine."

    He didn't even miss a beat. "And they're the nicest people! They don't hurt nobody, they mind they own business. There's a gay guy in my building!"

    I smiled and nodded since, let's face it, some people you just don't tell you're bisexual, because they're only going to get all skeevy about it. Sometimes you can tell guys you're a lesbian to get them to leave them alone, but he isn't one of those either. Then he started going on about the end times again and asked me out again. I made up a fictional boyfriend on the spot.

    The next morning he sneaked up behind me at the bus stop and jostled my bag. Thinking someone was trying to snatch it, I spun around to elbow whoever it was in the face and he jumped back.

    "Daaamn girl, I'm just playin'!"

    "Yeah, sorry, but don't ever do that again, okay?"

    "I'm sorry darlin'. How you doin' this morning?"

    "Sleepy."

    "I'm sleepy too. I didn't sleep at all last night because I was thinking how sad I am that you have a boyfriend. Is he a good man? You gonna break up with him soon?"

    After another day or two of that, I started walking to the bus stop at the other end of the block. He seems like a nice guy, harmless and friendly, but I was sick of being simultaneously preached to and hit on every morning, especially before my second cup of coffee. Still, definitely a character.
  • My favorite is crochet man. The first time I saw him was on the 4 train. I looked up and this guy was sitting across from me in a completely crocheted outfit. Pants, vest, and tall Cat-in-the-Hat sized hat.

    I assumed that he made the outfit himself because there's a limit to how far you'd go to make Granny believe that you actually used her Christmas gifts. Since then I've seen him in the neighborhood several times. He's a tall and kind of slender and the crocheted outfits are always strikingly colorful. I must admit that the whole look works for him, because I don't know that I would have paid him any attention, except that the clothes are so unusual.
  • What about the guy who sings opera? Over the summer, he was singing "Short people. Short people don't deserve to live. With their little hands and their little feet, they don't deeeeeeserve to live."

    Hmmmmm.
  • My favorite is crochet man. The first time I saw him was on the 4 train. I looked up and this guy was sitting across from me in a completely crocheted outfit. Pants, vest, and tall Cat-in-the-Hat sized hat.
    That's great! I can't wait to see that guy. Hopefully I can get a pic.
  • I love the Tin Man. He strolls along pushing a grocery cart covered in tin foil. Inside he has a big crab pot filled with boiled corn. Whenever he takes off the lid, steam comes out but I have no idea how he keeps it warm. Perhaps it's solar powered, hence the tin foil.
  • Masha99 wrote: What about the guy who sings opera? Over the summer, he was singing "Short people. Short people don't deserve to live. With their little hands and their little feet, they don't deeeeeeserve to live."

    Hmmmmm.
    Isn't that a Randy Newman song?
  • Carnivore wrote: [quote=Masha99]What about the guy who sings opera? Over the summer, he was singing "Short people. Short people don't deserve to live. With their little hands and their little feet, they don't deeeeeeserve to live."

    Hmmmmm.
    Isn't that a Randy Newman song?


    Ack, Carnivore! Now it's in my head!!! ](*,)
  • Hm, maybe the guy standing outside my window this morning who looked a 60yr old homeless cheech marin, drinking a 40 at 11am and sticking his head behind the payphone at the deli... then I realized oh he's PUKING as I saw shit pour out of his mouth, that was a great sight to watch : )

    & apollonia, thanks the story of your guy at the bus stop -- seems to be the most common type of character in the neighborhood, hah... also this morning I walked into the deli on bergen & classon and as usual got eyed when i walked by the guys by the door that I have to slip by, and was told I have beautiful eyes by one of them - i said thanks and kept walking to the coffee pot, and he asked "Are you married?"
    I sorta laughed (I'm 18 ) and said "mmhmm," and he said yeah? "mmhmmm..." "well he's a lucky guy..."
    Then after a short pause he proceeded to ask me if i liked chocolate.. to which I could only laugh and focus on not spilling my coffee, and he kept asking, and then he said, "well, if you change your mind and you want to try some chocolate i'll be waiting here." I smiled at him and said alright and he said alright.
  • breatheasy, he sounds like a real charmer.
  • breatheeasy wrote: & apollonia, thanks the story of your guy at the bus stop -- seems to be the most common type of character in the neighborhood, hah... also this morning I walked into the deli on bergen & classon and as usual got eyed when i walked by the guys by the door that I have to slip by, and was told I have beautiful eyes by one of them - i said thanks and kept walking to the coffee pot, and he asked "Are you married?"
    I sorta laughed (I'm 18 ) and said "mmhmm," and he said yeah? "mmhmmm..." "well he's a lucky guy..."
    Then after a short pause he proceeded to ask me if i liked chocolate.. to which I could only laugh and focus on not spilling my coffee, and he kept asking, and then he said, "well, if you change your mind and you want to try some chocolate i'll be waiting here." I smiled at him and said alright and he said alright.
    Yeah, I usually don't mind being hit on *quite* so much if they can take a gentle no, but I was in NO mood to deal with it every dingdang morning at an hour when I'm still pre-verbal.

    I actually did allow myself to be talked into a date by a guy who worked at a bodega in one of my old neighborhoods once. DON'T ever do it -- you either end up having to find a new bodega or having a lot of awkward moments!
  • apollonia666 wrote: I actually did allow myself to be talked into a date by a guy who worked at a bodega in one of my old neighborhoods once. DON'T ever do it -- you either end up having to find a new bodega or having a lot of awkward moments!
    Kind of gives "put it on my tab" a whole new meaning
    (sorry girlfriend couldn't help myself)
  • stacey wrote: Kind of gives "put it on my tab" a whole new meaning
    (sorry girlfriend couldn't help myself)
    You're so wrong! :)

    He didn't put anything on my tab or anywhere else, for the record.
  • apollonia666 wrote: [quote=stacey]Kind of gives "put it on my tab" a whole new meaning
    (sorry girlfriend couldn't help myself)
    You're so wrong! :)

    He didn't put anything on my tab or anywhere else, for the record.

    lol... :lol:
  • apollonia666 wrote: I actually did allow myself to be talked into a date by a guy who worked at a bodega in one of my old neighborhoods once. DON'T ever do it -- you either end up having to find a new bodega or having a lot of awkward moments!
    hahahahahhahahaha! omg.

    then again, I once got talked into a date with my doorman when I lived in Harlem. that was mega awkward - how do you bring home a date after that? or worse, a one night stand?
  • apollonia666 wrote:
    Yeah, I usually don't mind being hit on *quite* so much if they can take a gentle no, but I was in NO mood to deal with it every dingdang morning at an hour when I'm still pre-verbal.

    I actually did allow myself to be talked into a date by a guy who worked at a bodega in one of my old neighborhoods once. DON'T ever do it -- you either end up having to find a new bodega or having a lot of awkward moments!
    haha yeah, i definitely don't mind it when THEY don't mind that you laugh them off or smile them away. Anything further can just get ugly &/or scary! But i think it's mostly harmless (just relentless, god damn!)

    but hahah, thank you for the tip! I'm someone who problem wouldnt think of things like that, and I'd probably end up dating my doorman like someone else said, and then freak out everytime i had to leave the house or come home, hehe. : )
  • Subject: Re: favorite neighborhood characters.

    young snitch wrote: let's hear it for the dude who sits on a milk crate in front of brooklyn heroes all day drinking cans of bud. i am not, however, a fan of the fact that he pees all over the place.
    I have one to add....the Rasta family who I see every Saturday marching regally off to church. Dad wears all white with a very tall hat and a very long dreaded beard. Mom wears a purple gown with long flowing dreads. Sometimes they have their kids with them. But their dress is very regal. Definitely the Lion and the Lioness of Judah as they stride down the street.
  • Masha99 wrote: What about the guy who sings opera? Over the summer, he was singing "Short people. Short people don't deserve to live. With their little hands and their little feet, they don't deeeeeeserve to live."

    Hmmmmm.
    Wait, is this the same opera singing guy from park slope? What's he look like? Ours is a white nebbishy guy...
  • Subject: RIP

    Sad bit of news...One of my favorite charachters was this older rasta gentleman who dressed regally in all white( including white gloves) all the time...He had an awesome bike with speakers attached to the handle bars..he often rode along Nostrand and never locked his bike when he'd enter stores(i once saw him at the Fulton mall a year ago and even there he didnt lock it.)like it was attached to him and noone could interfere with that force(which no one did)...well today i was chatting with the gentlemen at uprising sounds on st. johns and they told me he passed away last wednesday...I dont know how many of you ever saw him, but he always brought a smile to my face...rest in peace.
  • Subject: Re: RIP

    Nebula78 wrote: Sad bit of news...One of my favorite charachters was this older rasta gentleman who dressed regally in all white( including white gloves) all the time...He had an awesome bike with speakers attached to the handle bars..he often rode along Nostrand and never locked his bike when he'd enter stores(i once saw him at the Fulton mall a year ago and even there he didnt lock it.)like it was attached to him and noone could interfere with that force(which no one did)...well today i was chatting with the gentlemen at uprising sounds on st. johns and they told me he passed away last wednesday...I dont know how many of you ever saw him, but he always brought a smile to my face...rest in peace.
    Wow, that's too bad. He seemed like a genuine gentleman. Really gave the place a sense of personality. Never saw that stuff in Park Slope!!
  • I said it before, and I'll say it again. Gymnastics man from St. Marks and CLasson- who does various jumping and arm circles and leg thrusting and considers himself the protector of the children.

    One day he was walking toward St Marks from Park, on Classon, and I heard him sing: "Who take the girl with the skinny legs? I'll take the girl with the skinny legs!" <note>
  • There was a really nice older man who used to sit on a folding chair out on the sidewalk on the Classon side of that school every day just watching the goings-on on the block. We got to saying hello to each other each afternoon so I introduced myself one day and I *think* his name was Glenn, but very shortly after that he disappeared (it was around the end of the school year) and I haven't seen him since. Anyone know him? I wonder if he's okay.
  • I love shooting the breeze with Jordan up on Pacific Street. Jordan admits to being a retired drug dealer. He says that as he got older he realized that he had too much to lose in his life and stopped dealing. You can find him on Pacific from Nostrand to Grant Square, usually wearing a hat and sunglasses, often on a bicycle.
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