Expedition to Sandy Ground, Staten Island

October 12, 2009 by Bald Punk
Filed under Photos, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(I wish the above car was mine. We have an old Camry, but it runs great!)

My car is idling on the street below. The pizza delivery guy is behind the wheel. Benny, “the cigar store Indian” is in the front passenger seat. In the back, it will be me on the right hand side(RHS) and the Chinese delivery guy on the left with my lady friend in the middle. I am of course on the RHS because it provides the best views from the Gowanus Expressway and Verrazano Bridge. But that’s for Scrappy D who will be riding with me, zipped up inside the sweat jacket I’m wearing. He loves seeing shit out the window.

(Photo by Bald Punk – Scrappy D scoping shit out)

Plus I feel better when Scrappy’s close, and I’m going to need it because . . .

We’re going to Staten Island!!!

(Photo by Bald Punk – Verrazzano as seen from Wagner College in Staten Island)

Yes, you heard that right, STATEN ISLAND. The place is completely whacked. If you don’t believe me, then read about what happened the last time we went there–

Ohhh, but first let me clarify. We’re going to Staten Island to look for the ghost of a slave named Hardy. Benny says we can find him at some place I’ve never heard of called Sandy Ground. I’m certain it doesn’t exist. But if we do find him, he’ll just scare the crap out of me. This whole trip makes no sense. “What does?” you ask . . . Beer, football, and putting my feet up.