Gravesend

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Sal:
I GREW UP IN

A SMALL ITALIAN NEIGHBORHOOD

IN BROOKLYN:

CALLED GRAVESEND.

NOT MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT THERE

IS A GRAVESEND, BROOKLYN.

THAT'S BECAUSE

OVER THE YEARS,

THE PEOPLE THOUGHT

IT BROUGHT BAD LUCK

TO HAVE A NAME SO CLOSELY

ASSOCIATED WITH DEATH.

SO, INSTEAD,

PEOPLE WOULD SAY

THAT THEY LIVED IN BENSONHURST

OR CONEY ISLAND.

AND THE NAME GRAVESEND

WAS FORGOTTEN.

MY STORY'S ABOUT MY 4 FRIENDS

FROM GRAVESEND--

RAY, MIKEY,

CHICKEN, AND ZANE,

WHO ALSO HAVE:

BEEN FORGOTTEN.

ONE MONDAY MORNING,

JUST BEFORE I WAS

GOING TO SCHOOL,

8 COPS KNOCKED

ON MY DOOR,

AND I WAS ARRESTED

AND HANDCUFFED:

AND BROUGHT DOWN

TO THE 6-2 PRECINCT

ON BATH AVENUE.

THEY TOOK ME:

IN THE BACK ROOM,

AND THEY BEGAN TO ASK ME

WHERE I WAS SATURDAY NIGHT.

I TOLD THEM I WENT OUT

WITH MY GIRLFRIEND,

BUT THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.

THEN THEY STARTED

ASKING ME QUESTIONS

ABOUT MY 4 FRIENDS.

I STOPPED ANSWERING THEM.

I WAS ARRESTED BEFORE,

AND I KNEW MY RIGHTS.

ALL I KEPT SAYING WAS

MY NAME IS SAL STABILE,

I'M 17-YEARS OLD,

AND I LIVE IN GRAVESEND.

AFTER A FEW HOURS,

THE SERGEANT EXPLAINED

WHAT HAPPENED:

AND TOLD ME THAT

THEY COULDN'T LET ME GO.

AND THEY PUT ME IN A CELL

ALL BY MYSELF.

ALL I DID THAT ENTIRE DAY

WAS THANK GOD:

THAT I WASN'T

WITH MY 4 FRIENDS

THAT SATURDAY NIGHT.

AND I DON'T EVEN

BELIEVE IN GOD.

WHASSUP?

GET THE F***

OUT OF MY FACE.

GET THE F***

OUT OF MY FACE!

[EVERYBODY YELLING AT ONCE]

WE ALREADY WENT:

OVER THIS, MY MAN.

ALL RIGHT? WE ALREADY

WENT OVER THIS.

GEE, YOU F***IN'

MY B*TCH. ALL RIGHT?

YOU'RE STUPID, MAN.

STUPID? I AIN'T

F***IN' STUPID.

YOU THINK I'M

F***IN' STUPID?

YOU GIVE ME:

ANY F***IN'

MATH PROBLEM.

ANY F***IN'

MATH PROBLEM.

I'LL SOLVE IT

RIGHT HERE,

MOTHERF***ER.

[EVERYBODY YELLING AT ONCE]

2X + 12 = 39.

GIVE ME:

THE F***IN' PEN,

ALL RIGHT?

WHAT'S X? WHAT'S X?

2X + 12 = 39.

I HEARD YOU.

[EVERYBODY TALKING AT ONCE]

SHH!

6?

YEAH, IT'S

F***IN' 6, MAN.

IT'S F***IN' 6.

MIKEY, ISN'T IT 6?

[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]

EVERYBODY WANTS TO

BE MY FRIEND WHEN I

WALK IN HERE, RIGHT?

NONE OF YOU HAVE

F***IN' BALLS, MAN.

NONE OF YOU:

HAD BALLS.

HERE I AM.

YEAH, YEAH?

YOU WANT TO GO:

THE F*** OUTSIDE

THEN, MAN, HUH?

[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

OH, COME ON, GUYS.

NOT ANOTHER F***IN'

SATURDAY NIGHT.

Sal:
EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,

ME, RAY, MIKEY,

CHICKEN, AND ZANE

WOULD HANG OUT:

IN RAY'S BASEMENT.

HERE'S THE PITCH.

OH!

Sal:
RAY'S BROTHER MARK

OWNED THE HOUSE:

AND LIVED UPSTAIRS

ALL ALONE.

I DON'T KNOW.

IT DEPENDS.

Sal:
USUALLY EVERY

SATURDAY NIGHT,

ZANE WOULD GET BORED

AND RESTLESS AND START

TO MAKE TOO MUCH NOISE.

THEN RAY'S BROTHER MARK

WOULD COME DOWN:

IN HIS UNDERWEAR

AND THROW US ALL

OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

F***IN' "A" RIGHT I WILL.

USUALLY ZANE AND MARK

GOT INTO AN ARGUMENT.

AND THAT WAS OUR

SATURDAY NIGHT.

IT DEPENDS.

GIVE ME:

THE F***IN' BOOK.

IT'S A BOOK.

IT'S A BOOK.

[EVERYBODY YELLS AT ONCE]

I'M A MEAN

MOTHERF***ER.

WHO CARES ABOUT:

THIS B*TCH, MAN?

SHE'S F***IN'

A N*GGER, MAN.

I'M A CONGO LAD.

YOU SAY ONE MORE--

NO, GUYS.

CHILL, NOW, CHILL.

I WAS WALKING:

THROUGH THE JUNGLE

WITH A DICK IN MY HAND.

CHILL OUT. LET'S F***IN'

SMOKE BOWLS, MAN.

WE GOT 200 BONES

IN OUR BODY,

NONE IN OUR MOUTH.

WHAT DID I SEE?

THAT'S ALL RIGHT,

'CAUSE I CAN'T

GET OVER HIS MOTHER.

UP IN A TREE.

[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]

A MEAN MOTHERF***ER

TRIED TO PISS ON ME.

ANYTIME.

WHENEVER YOU FEEL--

GUYS! GOD DAMN IT!

SO I PICKED UP A ROCK.

HIS ROCKS!

AND I HIT HIM:

IN A COCK.

F***IN' "A",

MOTHERFUCKERS!

SHUT UP, MAN.

AND THAT MEAN:

MOTHERF***ER LIKED

TO RUN 30 BLOCKS.

COME ON, MOTHERF***ER,

YOU WANT SOME:

F***IN' ACTION?

COME ON.

COME ON, HUH, HUH?

YEAH, WAKE YOU

THE F*** UP A LITTLE, HUH?

COME ON, WAKE YOU

THE F*** UP, HUH, RAY?

ZANE,

IS THAT LOADED?

HUH? IS IT LOADED, HUH?

IS IT LOADED?

I DON'T KNOW.

SHOULD WE LOOK, HUH?

NO.

COME ON, ZANE, WHAT

ARE YOU DOING, MAN?

[PULLS TRIGGER]

RAY, GET THESE GUYS

OUT OF HERE, MAN.

CHICKEN, ZANE,

ALL'A YA'S.

I GOT TO GET UP:

AT 6:
30, MAN.

I'M HEARING

YOUR SH*T ALL NIGHT.

NOW, GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE.

YOU GOT 2 MINUTES.

OH!

Zane:

GET UPSTAIRS,

YOU FAG.

WHO WAS THAT?

WHO WAS THAT? ZANE?

THAT'S RIGHT.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

WHAT DID YOU:

JUST SAY?

DID I STUTTER?

HUH?

DID I STUTTER. I SAID,

"GO UPSTAIRS, FAG."

ZANE.

WHAT?

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR.

GET OUT OF:

MY BASEMENT.

YOU GOT 2 MINUTES.

OH, OK.

OK?

OK. WHY DON'T YOU

GO UP TO THE WHORE

WHO SUCKED MY DICK

AND YOUR BROTHER'S?

SUCKED YOUR DICK?

SHUT UP.

YOU'RE F***IN' DICK.

IS THAT ALL YOU GOT,

P*SSY?

THAT'S ALL

IS THAT ALL I GOT?

YOU GOT, PUS?

YOU WANT MORE?

YOU WANT MORE,

ZANE?

DO YOU WANT ME:

TO TEACH YOU:

A FAVOR?

COME ON,

MOTHERF***ER.

ZANE, PUT THE

F***IN' GUN AWAY.

RAY.

THAT'S ALL YOU

GOT, YOU LITTLE--

HUH, P*SSY RAY!

MOTHERF***ER?

COME ON.

RAY, GET HIM OU OF THE BASEMENT.

GET THAT GUN--

COME ON,

MOTHERF***ER.

GO AHEAD.

[GUNSHOT]

HEY, RAY.

I DIDN'T KNOW

THE GUN WAS:

LOADED, MAN.

CALL A F***ING

AMBULANCE.

RAY.

YOU KNOW, RAY,

KIDS PLAYING:

WITH GUNS:

ALL THE TIME.

AMBULANCE!

RAY, I DIDN'T WANT

TO SHOOT HIM.

YOU KNOW THAT, RAY.

THIS WASN'T

SOME F***ING KID

ON THE STREET, MAN.

THIS WAS MY BROTHER.

RAY, I'M SORRY,

MAN.

YOU GUYS, WE GOT TO GET

HIM TO A HOSPITAL.

NO ONE LIKED HIM

ANYWAY.

HE WAS A DICK.

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