When we were youger and lived in the same city my brother Mike was a trusted ally. This was due to the fact that he was big and willing to fight and also because of his fierce loyalty to those he cared about; on some days this included me. This loyalty could also be counted on if you were scoring him drinks while he was underage, which I did frequently, including on the night mentioned below.
One night he and I were at a concert at Irving Plaza in NY along with a few friends when I, in a lapse of judgment, hurled a handful of lose change at the opening act. I was unceremoniously dragged from the venue and thrown into the street. A few minutes later my brother gets the same escort out the door. He walks across 14th street to where I'm sitting and says:
"I didn't want to just leave you out here alone so I punched the guy who threw you out as soon as he came back up the stairs."
-Thanks man, wanna get some beer?
"Sounds good to me"
Sure we missed the show but it was OK we had more fun outside.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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2 comments:
this is an awesome memory, it reminds me of something from "a bronx tale". can i borrow your brother?
Loyalty is a good thing...so is beer.
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