NYC train & bus follies
WeReo_BoY
well. I'd like to relate a few of the follies I have encountered over these
many years. A lot of these actions predate the Wereo, and one even includes
the Nuclear Warrior! Most, if not awl of these occurred on the 4,5 and 6
lines.
On Astor Place downtown a woman walking ahead of me picks up a wad of bills
that had fallen out of someone's pocket and flips through them and keeps
walking. I mean a LOT.
I see a goofy-looking dude with thick glasses separating another dude's
pocket with forefinger and thumb. However he just peered in there without
taking anything. The dude spots me doing his dastardly deed.
On a crowded train a hua (whore) starts leaning on me on a seat so I put my
arm around her. Lo and behold her boyfriend sitting directly opposite us
pulls out a stiletto knife.
We hit a huge pothole on a bus in Queens. I was eating a vanilla ice cream
cone and would you believe the fucking ice-cream flies right off the cone
and directly onto between this woman's tits. You would give a million
dollars to see the expression on her face!
Once Pops Wereo and me are riding on an ancient, really crowded train. This
one had to be around 1967 or so. There was a sudden jerk, and Pops Wereo and
me wind up flat on the floor in front of hordes of ppl. This reminds me once
my leg fell between the car and the platform as Pops and me were boarding,
and a woman starts screaming. Rightly so. Otherwise there would be no Wereo
and Nuclear Warrior today.
Once after getting off at the Jackson Avenue station, like around 1966 or
so, it was night-time. As you know Pops worked at Madison Square Garden and
we were to get to our parked car in the Bronx. Why Pops always picked
Jackson Avenue I'll never know. I guess it was because Jackson Avenue is the
first stop in the Bronx. So anyway would you believe it the car is sitting
there awl day undisturbed. Just as we get off the train and walk towards the
car, some kid walking along the sidewalk decides to break the radio antenna
off the right front quarter panel. That's how cars were built in those days.
Pops Wereo grabs the kid, puts him in the front seat of the car. I sat in
the back for the short journey to the storied Four One police preceint. The
boy's father was calwed, and he replaced the antenna. The boy got to go home
with his father.
Once me and the one and only Nuclear Warrior get on a 6 train going
downtown, There were a couple of dudes at the end of the car sitting
directly opposite us. I lock eyes with the bigger dude, and immediately we
start dancing right away. He got in a few good shots, and so did I. Then it
was over as quick as it started. Nuclear Warrior was dancing a bit with the
shorter dude as well, just to keep each other out of the dance. It's common
for that to happen in such Cha-cha's. I had forgotten awl about this until
Nuclear Warrior himself reminded me of it in the latter days.
I have a lot more of these stories I will post. I am the only author who
matters on the Internets thank you.
PluckThePig=^||^
"WeReo_BoY" <scotta...@ixpres.com> wrote:
> Once me and the one and only Nuclear Warrior get on a 6 train
I just finished a little project with some great investigative work by a
friend of mine in the rotten apple. The results? There never was any
Nuclear Warrior or Pillar of Fire, It was just another of Scott's
attempts at pawned-off fantasy fame. The NW video is of a guy named
Sergio Romero. A nobody music store guitar teacher from Hackensack, N.J.
What he found out is that Scott knew this guy from hanging around the
music/record store where Sergio worked as a part time guitar teacher and
sales clerk. The ever popular genius Pillar of Fire was a name Sergio
came up with while playing around with the "funeral pyre" line from the
Doors great Light My Fire. Yet another lying, self-serving claim by
Scott just to masturbate his own ego. Anyway, Sergio did start a band
called Death's Dust, that he admitted "went nowhere", and Scott was
never involved in it in anyway except hanging around the music room at
the store. That's where the video came from. He also noted that Scott's
hanging around was usually bothersome, and to such a point, that the
store owner had to ask him to leave on several occasions. So, no
earthshaking, world famous, greatest guitar player ever, media worthy
news. It's all just more of Scott's wereo worshiping B.S. It's all "so"
Scott when you consider his history .........
Please, I'm begging you, please...point me to one site, blog, or any
reference at all, on the Internet that indicates you're anything more
the what I said you are. That would be looser, beaten, delusional,
lonely, and such. As far as having any influence, well, I don't see your
old Jam site around anymore illegally selling pirated artistic works of
other people. So apparently there are others out here with more
influence then you. But then again, there's absolutely no proof of your
alleged influence....period. Another FAILURE on your behalf!
Yeah, you're the king of all media,and the only one that matters. To
yourself and and either your left or right hand! And once again...in
your own words, proving what kind of person you are......
I give you Scott Lifshinethe demented diseased lying pedophile slob....
I've never formed any meaningful love relationships in my life.
Prostitutes galore.
"I'm a whore-monger and make no secretes about it"
"I'm all alone in life"
"Financially I'm fucked up"
"I live an isolated life"
Scott Lifshine April 30, 2009
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"Scott Lifshine is the biggest joke on the Internet" -Desk Rabbit
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