Punk wine salesmen

Yo! You know who the punks are? All them guys who drive around in, like, a nice new Audi and oooh lift maybe a case of wine and get to dump it within 60 seconds. Yeah man, that's mad easy. Soft. Sissy. In short, punk. Us urban wine-schleppers, we're anudder breed. Keeping margins razor thin, we don't need no stinking car. We haul our samples up + down the buses' steps, up and down the subway stairs. You know New York--how often do you see an escalator? And don't get me started wit' dem damn sidewalks, like particular down the cool cool cool places ("I wanna go") -- might as well be in Port-au-Prince for Chrissakes. But all that's cool. It gets you outdoors. In the sort of fresh air. You get your aerobic + weight workout. You start losing weight. You ache in the morning but it's the ache of the blessed. Working all the time. Yet "no one's gettin' fat but Mama Cass." Plus sometimes you get to meet someone quasi-famous, like JOE BUTLER, drummer for the Lovin' Spoonfull. Really, this beats teaching in the Bronx or doing ads for idiot healthcare clients. Peace out. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Comments

[David J]

Unca Terry, you da best. Ah luvs you like ma daddy.

[Strappo]

Hey pal, you ain't that much younger than me!

[David J]

Unca Terry- you da bestest! Ah luvs you like my olda brudda ah neva had!

[David J]

Dat betta??

[Strappo]

OK. SLIGHTLY older bruddah.

[Marquita]

I feel you Terry.The best is when I show wine at Vino Volo at JFK and have to go through security and take my shoes off to pay my rent. and there is no 3 ounce size Freida anti frizz secret weapon. i dont wanna have to get ghetto up in the piece and throw a major black girl fit complete with neck rolling and finger waving to defend my right to show wine with 8oz of anti frizz product in my bag. Right next to my "other" weapon, my wine key! happy holidays! besos marquita

[strappo]

You paint quite a picture, Marquita. I wish I could get all black girl and so forth.

We need to reoccupy our bar stools at Dell'Anima and while away the evening, trading stories. (I'd say 'bitching' but that would be fodder for Gabrio.

Your slightly drowned wine cohort.