That night that I was almost handcuffed in New York

So.... this is one of those stories that very few people know about because I didnt have anyone to tell and then I just forgot. SO here it comes. The story about the last night I was in New York about a month ago.

So Camille gave me a book called Heavier Than Heaven ,the biography of Kurt Cobain, to read. During my trip in New York City I was all by myself. I know three people there but I wasnt able to meet any of them. So I decided to just walk around the city and read the book. Everywhere I went I would take the book with me: Yankee Stadium, CitiField Stadium, Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park, the subway, Hooters, Comedy Central, Time Square, Brooklyn, Ground Zero, Empire State, Union Square, Washington Square, etc. Every place that I went I would find the time to read it.

Anyways, every night I would go to my favorite pub, O'Sheas, in NYC which is on 19th St and Ave. 7 and watch NBA playoffs as I read the book. On my very last night I went back to the pub and watched the Mavericks play the Spurs. I payed $5 for my first Stella and then my second. The bartender got me a third Stella on the house and then I met a couple who bought me two more Stellas. I think I was there for about three hours talking to the couple, reading the book, listening to really fuckin good music and watching the Mavs rape the Spurs. So I got tired and left to my hostel. As I layed in bed I remembered that I left my book at the pub. I got up and walked to the pub which is only a couple blocks away from my hostel. By the time I got to the pub it was 4am already (bars close at 4am). I tried to get into the pub but the doors were locked. I knocked on the window to ask the bartender for my book but the bartenders were ignoring me. Another couple stood and stared at me as I knocked on the window.


Ah shit, I forgot to tell you about the bar. The bar is on the corner of the street so one side of the bar is facing 7th avenue and the other is facing 19th street.

I was standing on the side facing 7th avenue. So as I am standing there knocking on the window I heard a BANG and then another BANG. I walked a few steps and see a couple of guys throwing trash cans at the pub. Me... being tipsy decided to become the hero and started running toward the couple of guys who threw the trash cans. As I ran about twenty something steps I realized that it was stupid to go after them so I stopped running. Next thing I knew, the bartender tackled me. He semi started wrestling me as I yelled, "It wasn't me!!! It wasn't me!!!" Next thing I know there are a couple of cops asking me questions, one of them was getting ready to handcuff me but I kept telling them that it wasn't me who threw the trash cans. The couple who had seen me knocking on the window earlier walked outside and told the cops that it wasn't me. When asked what was I doing I told them that I came back to get my book. The cops told me to go into the pub and none of the bartenders wanted to give me my book because they were busy doing other things. But after about fifteen minutes a lady gave me my book and I went back to bed to my hostel. And that was that.