I ran out at lunchtime to pick up some frames for my paintings and figured that while I was out I should probably get some lunch.
Yes, there is a McDonalds right near the store I was getting the frames at and I went in…but walked right out again. It wasn’t because I cared about eating two meals in one day at the evil empire…I mean, breakfast McDonalds and lunch McDonalds are like two different restaurants. The reason I walked out is because McDonalds in New York City at lunchtime is fucking anarchy! Standing at the counter is like being in front of the stage at a hardcore show….a total mosh pit! And I don’t need the fucking attitude. I think if I had to serve the jackasses that come in there day in and day out I’d be bitchy too…but the food isn’t that good. So I left. I had pizza instead. A spanish lady in line thought I was a TV actor. No. I mean, yeah, I’m an actor… I act stupid, I act surprised, I act interested, I act concerned. But I don’t do any of it on TV. Being mistaken for an actor is no big compliment in my book. Although my favorite compliment of all time came once when I was in this dive bar visiting my friend Kimmy. I can hardly stand to go into this bar. I mean, it is a DIVE! Not in a cool “lots of character” way. Although, yes, it is full of characters. But I would go in anyway from time to time to say hi to my friend. There was this local cokehead girl from the projects who was a regular there. She saw me talking to Kimmy and asked her if she was “hittin’ dat?”. “No,” Kimmy said, “he’s my friend” “Ooooh!…can I come over and sit witchoo?” She asked me. “Sure, why not?” “Damn!” she said, “You look one a dem soap opera niggas!”. Best compliment ever.
