New York Narrative

You’ve probably seen the movie Sleepers like me. There’s the one part where the boys push the vending cart down the steps and ultimately kill the guy at the bottom of the stairs. I find that story so crazy but I’m admirable of their effort to get rid of this nasty hot dog vendor. I mean seriously, who wants to eat that garbage?
I don’t know how many vendors I’ve stopped over the years, eating hot dog after hot dog, filling myself with the vile relish and mustard lather. One day I ate a dog that tasted like rubber. The vendor suddenly couldn’t speak English when I wanted my money back. I simply set the dog back on his cart and took one last bite which I chewed a little and spit all over the sidewalk close enough to splatter his shoes.
I’m not necessarily proud of that behavior, but I feel like these guys are basically peddling death to the American people, New Yorkers in particular. I mean, how many sushi rolling carts do you see? That should be a must, by the way. Sushi rules! But you get a processed log of animal garbage and package it in special bread and people flock to it. We are idiots in America when it comes to our bodies and health.
I haven’t eaten at a hot dog vendor or any other street vendor in a few years. I imagine the fare hasn’t got any better in quality. Anymore though, I just grin when I walk by them, and know that someday Americans will wake up to what they’re digesting, maybe it’ll become as interesting as what we’re wearing.