Morris Park Avenue

One day a few years ago I was on the express bus going into Manhattan, in front of us was a dump truck with no license plates on it, the dump truck had a blue tarp over the back that wasn't fastened properly and garbage was flying off the back. One of the things flying off the truck were Little Ceazar's pizza boxes; I was sitting in the front seat, I could see the payload was filled with garbage from commercial businesses and the truck got off the Sheridan Expressway / Major Deegan by Hunts Point. I was surprised the pizza box didn't break the windshield or cause the driver to lose control of the bus, kudos to him; he seemed unphased by it, I wondered why he didn't call Highway 1 (my guess is he's seen it before and knows it involves organized crime). APPULA MANAGEMENT'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET We have our own little garbage wars going on at 762 Morris Park. Since my landlord is part of the Old Boys Network, he's above the law; it doesn't matter how many

... and the surrounding universe. I don't make a big deal out of the holidays anymore, once your parents are gone and you have no family that you'd want to eat with (w/o throwing up on them) what's the point. No Friendsgiving either; friends are the people that want something from you and when you have nothing left to give them, they move on to the next rube. Cynical, perhaps? Brutally truthful, most definitely; I told you, I am painfully honest. If you end up with a couple of friends by life's end, consider yourself lucky; best advice to young people is look out for number one (as selfish as that may sound). I always took care of everyone's children and parents, now not-a-one is around to reciprocate. You live and you learn. When people show you who they really are, believe them. Once upon a time on Morris Park I'd throw my Great Thanksgiving Day Smoke Out , it was my way of thanking all my Fit to be Tie-Dyed customers. We'd all gather by PS 34 on Victor