It's my very last night in my home of New York. Leaving NY is not like leaving Idaho, where I would not imagine asking "So what's the most legendary thing you did or was done there?" Tonight I'm seriously thinking, what's the biggest story I have of all of my life in NY?
It's quite simple. Joel Rifkin, New York's most prolific serial killer, used to work for my family. I became employed to the company the very summer that he was finally caught, and mind you he was caught with a body in his trunk. Yes, yes he was off killing DURING the time that he was employed to us but I had just missed him. He used to do my aunt favors like picking my cousin up from school!
When cornered for information about the police interviews that were conducted with my aunt ("We need to ask you some questions about a former employee of yours who is currently being prosecuted for a string of murders"), she sticks to her story of "I told them the truth. He was a kind and gentle man!" I LOVED IT!
That takes the fucking cake for me. But not to be outshined would be our media celebrity neighbor in old Brooklyn, who was moved in with a 24 hour police guard.
The West coast has Rodney King representing the face of police of brutality. The East coast has
Abner Louima. If you don't remember this poor man, he was the famous victim of the plunger rape incident. When my mother told me that he was relocated to our block and across the street from us, I assumed she was insane. Then she introduced me to him one day.
NY has given me a large share of celebrity encounters but looking right at the man who was famous for this hideousness was just bizarre. He was amazing. Mind you this was a huge, huge case that would go on for years and years.
As far as being legendary personally, taking a shit on a crowded subway platform is one I hope that I will never top. I was nicknamed "GG" for this later.
See you soon, New York Cares.
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