The Warriors

The Warriors

 

                'Can you count' gang head-honcho Cyrus akses it better of the assembled gang member multitudes in New York's Central Park in Walter Hill's The Warriors, 'suckers?'  As (y)our man ©in the humble(d) narrator of the same is after hulk-smashing away and on and on and on at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore (f) / (b) / c) / (s) log of a WTFednesday evening, videeing the page count go up and up and up (hooker please –id.) and up, he might well aks / the same.  'Can you,' Cyrus ends his speech memorably, aksing all of his droogs better in the movie, 'dig it?'

 

                'I'd like' one of the Warriors says it better as the gang contemplates its’ trip back home in the film, from the Central Park meeting in New York ©ity baby to their home turf in Coney Island, thinking of the ladies they might meet / on the subway, 'to meet some new / wool', it's a good line, and thing, and euphemism - wool - judging by the afros sported by some of the male Warriors, surely the subway ladies will have mucho wool, as well as wetties, meeting some new wool is all / we gots.

 

                Course as a rule, films set in New York City baby break ©in's heart for leaving it in his '20s - surely the worst mistake and tactical error of many that he has / made - but today he will make / an exception, this film the last of his weekly five rental quota from Glebe Video In©. – located on O-Town’s Nepean Street, just off / Bank - the other four having been videed and some of them even probably horroreviewed, that couple of films though videed last Another Sadurday night and I Ain't Got Nobody too sad for that horroreason / to cintemplate and / or horroreview.

 

                'Are we nearly there ?' Sir Percival aksed it better a decade and more (twelve years, Pythagurus -id., see below) ago as we visited the Big Apple during an October week-end wedding in Long Island, that week-end a month to the day after the Twin Towers attack on September 11th, 2001, the charred and still-smoking remains of the towers the most terrible that Cin has ever videed or God willing ever will / videe, innit God. 

 

                Sir Percival was trying to get Cin's goat as Cin had been pointing out the methodically-arranged Manhattan street signs, at least as they descended 6th Avenue from 128th Street in the Bronx down to 4th Street..  'There's 42nd street' Cin said it better to Sir Percival when he aksed the 4th time, pointing to the Times Square street sign, 'and '14th street' when Sir Percival aksed again.  And so on, Sir Percival - an Import on Rugby Club at the time, and living with Cin and his girlfriend - referred to the two as 'Dad' and 'Mum', Kubrick’s take on Anthony Burgess’ Clockwork Orange-style, which given the dynamics of the lot of them was pretty funny. 

 

                'Can my friends come?' Sir Percival - so-called immediately upon arrival at the Rugby Club Thursday training session lo those many years ago by monsieur debonaire, upon videeing Sir Percival's neon Nike cleats and and posh English Cockney accent and cocky strut (not Cockney but / it rhymes with the remainder of the sentence, innit, -id.) and be©use a ba©k - aksed the girl he met later on that evening at the bar, a cousin of a friend who had aksed Sir Percival whether he would like to come over to her place 'and see my cats?', and, always a team player - matter of fact he's playing professionally in France now - 'can my friends / come?'  It didn't work out that way that night - several people ended up sleeping in / a bathtub as Cin recalls between all the booze and the drugs and the cincussions, and we weren't that bright / to begin with, innit DD - but life as an Import is always / good times, innit Tommy. 

 

                Despite the carnage of that time and the presence of the U.S. army tanks and troops in full gear wandering Manhattan and the bridge checkpoints going to and from the wedding, the resilience of the place was evident even then, and Cin has never ceased longing / to return, as is the case with falling in love, someone said it better, you know you've found the city that you truly belong in, there is no / mistaking the feeling, ‘leaving New York’ the group REM sing it better in their song of the same name, ‘never easy’.

 

                Still there is such a thing as too much of a good Take This Thing Back to Baltimore, innit dear reader, and the same goes for this film The Warriors, videed in spurts over the last four days by your humble / humbled / humiliated horroreviewer, in between the usual bouts of working / sleeping / working out / hulk-smashing away at these Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors - 'eating,' Pacino's Scarface says it better of the one and only existential question of this Dog and Pony Show worth aksing, in the Brian de Palma film of the same name, 'is this what it's all about', before answering his own question, 'drinking, fu©king?'. 

 

                Scarface as always is right - 'I always tell the truth' Pacino's Tony Montana says it better of his own self, and the same can hopefully be said of Cin within the pages of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moiirs and The Warriors  , 'even when / I lie' - though the latter part of Tony's answer to his own question of course has no place of pride so far within the editions of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors , cinfluenced as it is by the total absence of / the former, with no In Vino Veritas to loose the tongue and no booze to grease the wheels to get there, no one is in any hurry to aks Cin back to her place to see / her cats ..

 

                Course they don't have blizzards down there in New Jack / Jew York (sorry, had to innit ACG, fair warning Cin's 'a come to visit soon, all of this hulk-smashing and videeing scenes of NYC baby has made him violently and terribly / home-sick) City like the one that Cin's after videeing this evening playing out in front of the cindominium, 'that's a good storm' he said it better just now, addressing your man the cat Itchy and cintinuing with this evening's theme / of cats, 'innit, Puss?'

 

                With even a hint of the deluge of snow that's dropped down up on out on up on out on up on out on up here out there today, the highway plows and graders are called in from the tri-state area down in Manhattan, like an alien invasion Cin remembers at the least sign / of snow, whereas up here they're out in force now, but that only after half a foot has already fallen, with more / to come.  If Cin had any sand he'd call in / sad tomorrow with all of this snow, and be after skiing like we used to do at Club Midd, innit ACG, but his sand has been sand-blasted away by that ceaseless and pitiless combination of age, Out Come / the Cuffs and horroRegime Zero, sand is all / we gots.

 

                Good times, Cin was after up-loading - 'edited, saved', Cin adds to the latest Microsoft Word edition of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors that he's been after uploading as he sneaks five minutes during the work day when he comes across an e-mail sent to his own self as he's trying unsuccessfully to reduce any one of his four Inboxes, 'and published' - all of these terms save 'save' a bit of self-aggrandizement, a bit of self-aggrandisement is all / we gots, 'the 'editing' part cinvolves removing entire paragraphs or cosmetic changes but not much more, and the 'published' pure vanity.  'Real published?' Lisa Simpson akses it better of an author making a cameo on a Simpsons' episode hawking her book, 'or self-published?'. 

 

                'Self-published' of course is the sad answer, self-published is all / we gots, and besides Cin's got no choice in the matter, it's the name of the button on the Goggle Inc. blogspot web-site that hosts this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors, the very button that Cin's gots to press in order to send another edition of the same up on out on up on out on up onto the World / Wide  / Web, 'I don't just want to be remembered as part of the generation' you said it better innit perfesser during one of our many nights downing U$5.00 pitchers with the NYU co-eds and fist-fighting as Coop cleaned up instead at the end of the night with Anna Sunshine with his Crafty the Fox stories, innit Coop, 'that created the World / Wide / Web', but there / you go, the cintroduction of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors up on out on up on out on the ©internet (hooker please –id.) one of this Dog and Pony Show's many / ironies.                                      

 

                'Always knew it'd be like this' Jay-Z brags / ends his verse better now, 'when I was in / the Kitchen.'  Though Cin's choice of editing / uploading this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors is not / ideal - he gives himself maybe five minutes to upload / not upload, and adds a bit of faction where needed before Save --> Publish - it's not bad, this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors  is after all more a Dear / Diary than the next Crime / and Punishment, innit Dostoyevsky though that motif of course has taken up more than one edition of this Take THis Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and mea-©ulpas, innit monsieur debonaire, 'it's a little' Cin akses it better of his accusers, after the latest series of cinditions of his latest bout of double-secret probation / house arrest the horror / horroregime zero are read out to him, 'draconian, don't / you think?', Dear Diary is all / we gots.

 

                Good times, the answer of course is always 'no' or his favorite 'it's for / your own good', 'I fight authority' John Cougar sang it better, 'authority / always wins.'  John Cougar Mellencamp now - 'John Peter' their Da called him better when we went to buy tickets for our first / concert, innit It, 'Jerk-Off' - is with Meg Ryan now, there's hope for us / yet, innit Little Bastard.

 

                Cin could tell you more about what he does of a work-day - 'I wonder where it is that he goes' little Alex's mother akses his father better of Malcolm Macdowell' little Alex, in Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange, and for the same reasons, 'of / an evening' - as he's after saving --> publishing this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and (s) / (f) / © / (b) log, but then he'd have, Cin said it better innit AH when you called him at work, 'to kill / you'.  Suffice to say that somehow this forced-editing style when it comes to this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore (f) / (s) / (c) / (b) log - 'the bastard son', one of the parents of one of Freddy Krueger of Nightmare on Elm Street fame's victims said of same, and for the same reasons, 'of a thousand / maniacs' - has resulted as of late in some off chronological serendipity whereby what he edits of the edition that Cin manages to get around to in one of his four Inboxes of an after reflects almost to the day the events of almost to the day a year earlier. 

 

                Okay it happened once, and it happened to be today, and it was a month / off, but between all the cincussions and the drugs and the booze and we weren't that bright / to begin with, innit DD, Cin sees signs / everywhere now, 'I see' the kid in M. Night Shananan (hooker please –id.)’s The Sixth Sense says it better, and for the same reasons, 'dead people'.  What it is is that Cin and his colleagues were cinvited to a Christmas lunch today - different somehow from the one last week and the one / next week, they get very old in multiples like this under horroregime zero needless to say and they get very old / very fast as Cin is forced to sit around and wait as everyone else orders speciality coffees and today beer and litres / of wine, but what choice does a wage slave has, Cin would say it beats working but it really / doesn't - by management, and it was the same place as last year, and Cin had gone on and on and on about it in that day's Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors .  And then it happened today, the next year, 'isn't it' local girl made good ALanis Morrissette sings it better in her song of the same name from back in the 20^th, 'ironic, don't you think?'.

 

                Sure enough it was today's subject as well - life / imitating art / imitating faction / imitating art / imitating life or wtf - though by the time Cin has gotten around to it in today's / this month's / this year's WTFednesday's edition of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and (f) / (s) / (b) / (c) log, this cinceit has kind of eaten / itself, it's become a case of 'would you like some cheese with / your whine', 'cause the 'wine' part of the joke has become just that, a bad / joke, there is no wine, no more in vino veritas, and 'just because you're paranoid' the paranoid said it better, innit monsieur debonaire, 'doesn't mean that they're not watching / you', eaten / itself is all / we gots.

 

                Thank for reading this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and The Warriors.