My friend sent me an AI version of Keef Richards singing “Up to Lexington, 125″, the famous line from the Lou Reed-penned song “Waiting for My Man”
So why not tell my real life story of hanging out at Lexington, 125?
My cousin and I hung out at Lexington/125 one time.
It’s more Detroit than it is NYC. like 14 thousand lanes in each and every direction.
So it is WIDE, man. Half a fucking mile to walk across the street in any direction.
My cousin and I get off the subway, hit a convenience store, grab some beer, and head out. He plugs his phone into the freebie charger. We drink beer on the corner, taking it all in.
I forgot why we got off the subway at Lexington and 125, but it might have been to charge my cousin’s phone.
Seriously, he was pulling this shit on me the entire weekend. Worse than a junky needing a fix, he needed his phone charged.
There’s a convenience store there. Or at least there was in those days. We used it to grab some overpriced beer.
So we’re sipping our suds, absorbing it all, taking it in. I’m loving it, feeling as comfortable as I am in Detroit. Home and Invincible.
Suddenly, I don’t know WHAT started it, but my cousin gets into it with a small Latino guy.
It may have been brown dude saying we white boys had no business hanging on that corner.
My “Liberal cousin” getting into a race riot in The City. Poetic.
It gets stupid and heated.
The gf of the brown dude pulls him across the street.
I pull my cousin across the street in the opposite direction, separating him from his antagonist, the angry brown guy.
God bless Latino women
The girlfriend and I make eye contact, totally bonding. I can feel her saying, “Thank you. Thank God these idiots of ours don’t have guns.”
My eyes said the exact same right back to her.
I’ve had a crush on that young woman and everything she represents ever since.
Way before, actually!
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