I love the cigarette (and the side-of-the-mouth dangling.) Yes, of course. "Just your average working day on the streets of NYC, 1965 with your average Joe Palooza." Funny thing is, this story started in a little park near my house where, a long time ago, there were plenty of guys like this, but, sigh, now they have guys like me.
Love how you switch seamlessly to the vernacular, just your average working day on the streets of NYC, 1965.
I can visualize the narrator with a pad and pencil, sketching comic strips, maybe a cigarette, stuck to the corner of his lip.
Great lines;
“It was like she was eating sandwiches and hitting tennis balls right back at ‘em.”
“Whatever she said to him, she’s turned him into Tarzan for real. Johnny Weissmuller.”
“Jane doesn’t help Tarzan in movies. He’s got his Tarzan business, and she’s got her Jane business.”
Rita and Johnny, Gene, Kong, Jimmy and Charles A.
Damn, Adam, a love story built on the shaft of a feather.
Great Fun!
I love the cigarette (and the side-of-the-mouth dangling.) Yes, of course. "Just your average working day on the streets of NYC, 1965 with your average Joe Palooza." Funny thing is, this story started in a little park near my house where, a long time ago, there were plenty of guys like this, but, sigh, now they have guys like me.
Intrigued!
Thanks, Holly. I hope you enjoy it.
Fucking great! That’s the stuff, kiddo. Swell!
You were the perfect audience for this one.
Awwww damn. Such a great story, frame by frame this would make a beautiful animated short.
Please do! ☺️
Brilliant. Great writing Adam
Thanks, Mark. That is really generous of you.
Damn glad I saved this for when I had time to read in one hit Adam, great, just great story telling!
Simple clever and unstoppable, just another day in New York right...