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   Now in our eleventh calendar year
    PCR #513  (Vol. 11, No. 4)  This edition is for the week of January 18--24, 2010.

MOVIE REVIEW
"Crazy Heart"  by Mike Smith
The Best and Worst of 2009  by Mike Smith
LA FLORIDIANA
 by Will Moriaty
RETRORAMA
Absolutely Fabulous: The Fab Four  by ED Tucker
THE ASIAN APERTURE
Revenge of Japanese Toy Shopping  by Jason Fetters
LAMPIN' @ THE 6TH BOROUGH
Life, Love and Kramer  by John Miller
MIKE'S RANT
Branching Out .... Golden Comments .... Movie Notes .... Money In The Bank .... Someone Got Fooled .... Passing On .... .... .... Mike's Record Shelf by Mike Smith
Lampin at the 6th Borough by John Miller


Life, Love and Kramer

With the bills piling up, my car still broken and struggling to stay employed at my just above minimum wage temp job, it was inevitable that the only consistent in my life would pull through in the clutch yet again. Yes, the train that is never late and runs like clockwork. Me and the misses have once again argued to the point of separation. By now this should come as no shock to those of you who know me personally, hell even I have lost count of how many times this has happened.

Prepared for a long weekend of sitting around my quiet apartment listening to Isaac Hayes' Hot Buttered Soul album and countless Isley Brothers records, I was thankful to be paid a visit by none other then childhood friend Kramer who had plans of his own for my weekend. For starters we spent an hour and a half scrubbing my apartment down to an unrecognizable cleanliness. Special thanks to the nice people of the Febreeze corporation. To whom without your fine products none of this would be possible.

After a few hours of catching up we headed down the road to local watering hole, Sneaker's. Not my kind of spot but it's a nice little joint with a decent drink special. I watched attentively as an aging David Lee Roth wanna-be strutted himself across their make-shift stage in the tightest pants I have ever seen while over singing whatever top forty song displayed itself across his karaoke equipment. The more liquor I consumed the more intrigued I became with his antics. But still, even with so much around me to occupy my now drunken brain, my mind wondered elsewhere. It took every sober cell left in my body to resist the temptation of drunk texting her, to not give in so that we can start fresh only to wind up a week later at each others throats where we left off.

At around midnight me and Kramer hopped in the car with a couple of friends and headed over to Checkers before hitting up a spot around the corner from my house called Brandy's. It was a car ride filled with stories about high speed chases and punching bull dykes in the gut, classic stuff.

When we finally reached our destination, the first order of business was to put another couple of Vodka and Orange Juices in my belly, then light up the arcade bowling game. To my surprise Kramer ran up to me in a happy state of panic to alert me that his dream girl was sitting at the bar. The dream girl in question also happens to be a few years older then he, is my neighbor and in charge of approving the renewal of my lease (which I desperately have to do). Loosened up by the booze I was beginning to hit my comfort zone, laughing it up and staring down flirtatious cougars.

Drowning my problems away with alchohal and middle-aged white women wasn't enough to take my mind off of the one thing I was missing the most. I was beginning to almost feel guilty for having such a good time without her being there next to me. Just as I was about to break, a song hit my ears that completely made sense of everything. Who would have thought that I would find closure and comfort in the middle of the night inside of a dive bar because some honkey with a few cents in loose change decided to play Todd Rundgren's Hello, It's Me? The lyrics which go as follows....

Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

Think of me...
Think of me...
Think of me

Hit the mark appropriately in nearly every way, shape and form. For the first time in eleven months I no longer felt the need to feel bitter or angry about the situation. Regardless of how happy you feel to be around someone, if two people are not compatible on a mental level then you have to eventually acknowledge that things are just not going to work, despite how painful it may feel.

With my thoughts momentarily cleared, we headed home. At around 2:30 AM Kramer and I stumbled over to my car and for some reason decided to clean it out before taking a walk around the apartment complex. I'm still not sure where the hell we went or where we were going, but we eventually wound up outside of my front door smoking Black And Milds. Just before heading inside a sound was heard from downstairs. It was Kramers dream woman (and the woman I need to approve my lease renewal), just arriving home from the bar and probably more messed up then we were. Knowing she is on her back porch relaxing with a cigarette, Kramer took it upon himself to blurt out this gem.

"I really want to fuck the girl downstairs, she is sexy as fuck, damn I just want to fuck her"

With that said, the sound of ruffling chairs, stomping footsteps and a slammed sliding glass door concluded another evening in The 6th Borough.


"Lampin' @ The 6th Borough" is ©2010 by John Miller.  "Hello, It's Me" ©1972 by Todd Rundgren. Webpage design and all graphics herein (except where otherwise noted) are creations of Nolan B. Canova.  All contents of Nolan's Pop Culture Review are ©2010 by Nolan B. Canova.