07.23.10
Posted: July 23rd, 2010 | Author: Farkus | Filed under: fiction. | Tags: New York, safety, short story | 1 Comment »Dad. When are we going to Buffalo to see Uncle Hobbs?
I don’t know. Around 2-3 months. Whenever I can take off from work.
Cool. I’m excited.
Why? You never enjoy seeing your uncle. Or your little cousins.
Well, actually, I don’t plan to see them. Might take an Amtrak train to The City for a couple of days. Maybe stay with some friands I made on Twitter.
That is funny.
Why?
There’s no way you are doing that. You would die.
Why?
New York is the most-dangerous city on the planet.
Why?
Well, obviously because I say so. I mean, haven’t you seen those old movies like Taxi Driver? People died all the time. So dangerous. I read about it online all the time, or something. I’m not sure. I have just heard you pretty much will get mugged/shot when you exit the subway. No way my son will ever go there.
Are you serious? That’s from forever ago. It’s safe now. Post-9/11.
Are you sure?
I think so.
You don’t sound sure.
I’m 50-50. Actually more like 65-35. I think it’s safe. My friand lives there.
Well, how about we talk about it once you graduate community college in around 2 years. You’ll be a man then and can make your own decisions.
Ok.
[5 minutes later]
Dad what is that guy doing.
I’m not sure. Hurry up and finish pumping the gas.
Ok.
[25 seconds later]
Hey he is coming over here.
He probably wants change. Here give him this.
This is only 37 cents or something.
That’s all I have.
Oh.
[5 seconds later]
Hey mister here is some—
[pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow]
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FIN
who would you be staying with