A Few Blackout Moments   2 comments

Broadway Blackout

 Someone commented after my last blog that they wanted to see another 83 story. So here it is. It is totally fiction of course. Nothing like this could have ever happened in 83 during the blackout. Any resemblance to any real people or incidents is a total coincidence.   We were still shaking our heads about that idiot Captain coming out here alone when we heard a new commotion from Broadway. We ran to the corner just in time to see two RMP’s drive down the street. On the roof of one of the cars was a precinct scooter cop. He was waving a cavalry saber and screaming charge at the top of his lungs.

Just one more surreal image for a night out of a Harlan Ellison nightmare. I hoped he would not chop any looter’s head off. Many things could be ignored tonight but decapitations would probably be noticed and frowned upon by the city.

By now the stores were starting to run out of things to steal. The looters were getting more desperate to get something before there was nothing left. Denny and I chased a few guys up to the fourth floor storeroom of a furniture store. They had tried for the roof but it was chained closed. It must have felt strange for them trying to break out of a store instead of into it. We caught the four of them and chased them out with a couple of slap shots to the ass. They were only teenagers, too young and too dumb to deserve a real ass kicking. They were only following what their elders, who should have known better, were doing.

Denny and I sat down on the steps to relax and have a cigarette before going out to find someone who deserved to get his ass kicked. Getting up to leave we heard noises from downstairs. We were standing in total darkness. Looking over the railing we could see a parade of several hundred looters stretching from the first to the third floor coming up the stairs. They were all following one asshole with a penlight.

Now we were the ones trapped at the chained door to the roof. Since they didn’t know how many of us were there our best chance was to stay quiet until they got close. Then scare the balls off them.

Crouching at the top landing with heavy four cell steel flashlights in one hand and guns in the other, we waited. Just before the light from the penlight hit us we both jumped up turning our flashlights on blinding them. As our lights came on we started screaming as loud as we could and firing shots into the walls and ceilings. The bright lights, the screaming, the sounds of the guns going off and the plaster raining down caused a panic. The leaders in front now wanted to get to the back as soon as possible. They turned and charged into those behind them. Bodies were flying everywhere as they all fought to get down the stairs. Everybody was screaming now. Denny and I charged down the stairs and started whacking the stunned crowd with our flashlights. The company that makes the flashlights says they are not to be used for that purpose, but I can tell you they work well when applied forcefully.

By the time we got out of the store there must have been fifty people who were heading off to the hospital almost all of them injured by other looters.

Gerry and Bob met us outside they had been in the meat market next door as all this went down. When they saw the stampede leaving the store they came over to hurry them out. Bob ran up to us.

“What the hell happened in there? We were looking for you when all of sudden they all came out screaming.”

We told them the story laughing.

Gerry said, “You were lucky. Be careful when you go into the stores now. The looters set the meat market on fire with us in it. We were able to get out but I don’t think we should go too far in unless we have another way out.”

Many of the stores had the back doors and windows bricked up or chained to keep burglars out. It would not be good to be caught in one of those with no equipment and no way out.

Just then out from a vacant lot came possibly the strangest looking man we had seen all night. Which was no small feat because we had seen so many strange people and things that night. He hobbled out like Quasimodo bleeding from a hundred small cuts. His face was bruised and swollen. He had a strange vacant look in his eyes. His clothes were hanging off him like rags. He looked like Robinson Crusoe had been marooned in Bushwick instead of a desert island. When he saw us he squealed like an animal and half ran half hobbled around the corner. Cursing, mumbling and giggling the whole way.

Gerry turned, “What the hell was that?”

Out from the building on the other side of the lot came Frank LaMota. Frankie came over to us.

“Did you just see an asshole come out of that lot? I was chasing this mope across the roof when the idiot ran right off.”

I looked up it was a six story building.

“And he lived?”

Frankie said “The shithead fell about fifteen feet and landed in a tree. He bounced from branch to branch the whole way down. All I could hear was the guy screaming and branches breaking until the skell hit the ground. We thought he was dead until he stumbled up and gave us the finger.”

“The guy just ran down Grove Street”

Frankie smiled, “Good, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Frankie, it looked like he has already had his ass pretty well kicked.”

“You think so; wait until I get through with him for giving me the finger.”

He and his partner Patty D. tore off around the corner. I could hear him yelling

“I see you asshole. You’re mine now.”

I said, “Denny boy, that is going to be one hurting skell in the morning.”



Posted October 15, 2013 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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  1. Nice t
    l, what about the guy who bought the carnival to Grove ST???

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