May 13, 2012

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Bit 10
Things were different when Max worked on Broadway

Things were different when Max worked on Broadway. It was during the heyday of the 70s when shows like Jesus Christ Superstar and Grease were knocking people's socks off. He was in his prime then; blonde, young, and full of a come hither mentality.

The Great White Way was bordered on the south by 42nd Street and on the west by 8th Avenue. For Max, the stretches of those two non-Disney infected streets were rank, delightful, disgusting, and alluring all rolled into one. Max really loved New York City.

He'd been fortunate to land a job working for a concession company that supplied theatergoers with orange drinks and candy during intermissions. It was a job that enabled him to continue his university studies during the day out on the island.

Evenings, he'd make the trek into the city via the Long Island Railroad -- and return to his parent's home several hours later. He was a theater major at the university and considered this experience to be valuable fodder for his future career on the stage.

On winter evenings, Max would stay in the lobby of whatever theater he happened to be working in -- the Royal, Winter Garden, Hellinger -- and peer out at the cold New Yorkers and tourists hurrying passed.

But on warm and sultry nights, Max liked to walk around outside and experience the electricity and pizzazz of the theater district. He'd often would walk up and down the streets enjoying the smells wafting out from Pizza Parlors filled with junkies and Knish stands surrounded by boys and girls of the night.

Some of these nights, as he'd walk around the block (up 8th Avenue from 45th Street, right on 46th, over to 7th Avenue, and back down to 45th) Max would pass a gray, seedy hole-in-the-wall named Dirty Edna's Scoreboard. Peeking inside, he'd spy a rather plain, but handsome, middle-aged man tending to the drinking needs of a patron or two.

Later in the evening, as Max was getting back on the train to Long Island, the bartender would be donning a dress and all the accoutrements that went with it.

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"Ruby Lessssssss Begonia!!!!"

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All characters depicted in Promisetown Tales are the property of Michael Walker.
These characters and events are fictional and any resemblance to persons living, dead,
or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely and completely coincidental.

 

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