Sunday, July 29, 2012
My Name is Nunzio
You know that pulsating feeling you get after a heated argument or physical altercation? When your adrenaline is at 100mph, you heart is pounding, and all the blood has rushed your face? When you feel like you could flip over a truck without breaking a sweat? Yeah, being a doorman has eliminated that for me. Between the taxi drivers, gypsy cabs, and greedy bellmen, I average near-blows argument about two or three times per day. It's part of the job. I can scream in a man's face and tell him to fuck his mother one second, then be laughing about a weekend booze story the next. I've become so desensitized to fights to the point where I'll sometimes day dream when a savage Arab taxi driver is threatening to murder me.
Savage- "I will fucking kill you! I will fuck your ass!"
Me- (mouth open, staring at Central Park) :::Oh man, I'm watching the New York Giants build a dynasty. It's happening in my lifetime. Eli Manning is God:::
It's become very difficult to shake me, but everyone has a breaking point. I'm no tough guy, but I don't take anyone's shit, and won't in almost any situation. Though there are moments where anyone, even the most unflappable, can be frozen:
Posted by TBone Hotel at 10:46 PM