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Jersey City

May 16, 2011

I happened to be in lovely Jersey City yesterday afternoon and came across this salutary public notice:

So in case you happen to end up in Jersey City in 1976, just watch your fucking step, because they ain’t listening to that nasty shit pulsing out of your boombox or ghetto blaster or whatever you hooligans are calling it these days.

And, apropos of very little, while I was in Jersey City I stopped in to a joint called Barcade which, aside from the cringe-worthy name, is a pretty cool bar full of vintage video games.  I played some Galaga and some Tempest, which is a simplistic and idiotic game that I had forgotten existed (even though I had wasted many hours at it back in the day).  Good shit.


3 Comments leave one →
  1. Katie permalink
    May 16, 2011 3:33 pm

    it’s about time I got myself into a civil neighborhood!

  2. jco permalink
    May 16, 2011 3:36 pm

    No doubt. And, for the record, the “No Boomboxes” posting was located outside the Jersey City Public Library. Sssssshhhhhhhh.

  3. May 17, 2011 6:46 pm

    “Anyone caught with a Boombox spends a night in…the box!”
    —Carl, the walking boss.

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