Concrete Jungle - Part 4

On a sizzling summer's day, I, Louis Mercier was baptize by fire on the hour I emerged from the subway in Brooklyn, New York during my short visit in the United States. even if I wasn't a virgin there, I marveled at the true life and ambient vibe that walked up and down the streets of Nostrand Avenue, in comparison to the busy fashionista zombie feet found on Broadway or cruising along 42nd Avenue. Like night and day or like something only seen on the late night television, I saw more people out on the street then any given working day in the downtown core of Toronto, Ontario. "Where are they from and where are they going?" I asked myself, "Does anybody work here anymore?".

During my golden youth and on to this day, I kept hearing how life was and have still remained expensive to live in the Big Apple. With most of the population out and about, when do they find time to work and take care of their payment bills? Does anyone have a house or a job anymore or have they fallen victim to the mortgage crises, Madoff and the food stamps? Generating income in a city that never sleeps was one of a few things on my mind, how I wonder what was on their mind as I sat near a man to eat my Haitian turkey diner in the shaded corner of Bob Marley Boulevard and Nostrand Avenue. Fells good to be off your feet for a minute while standing still from the rat race.

Again, just like on the tube where American man sat on milk crates near streets corner as if they were in their respective living room, I obtained my American citizenship statue by doing just the same while eating and talking with my milk crate neighbor. Fells good to listen the truth being spoken face to face in a city of masked faces talking in a cellphone. He shared with me his life's journey from the Island to this area, his love life for black woman and politic view. Before diving back into the greed race of Manhattan city, as I gain 1/123456789 pound from each succulent bite from my well deserved meal, my partner and I did what real black man did best while posting on a street corner during a scorching day: We talked, laughed, toasted water bottle and watched the (ugly, pretty, young to the old booty) girls walked by. No discrimination when you're having fun!

May God preserve heaven on earth, by keeping women happy ;)

"I was just a boy
When I threw away my toys
I found a new pastime
To dwell on

Whenever I detect
Members of the other sex
I play the game I do so well, oh

I'm a girl watcher
I'm a girl watcher
Watchin' girls go by
My, my, my"

-O'kaysians