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I took another ferry over Liberty Island and decided to go and stand around at the bottom of the statue and yell at people who could afford the entrance price to climb into the thing.

"Hey! Hey there you goddamned creeps!", I screamed at a couple of people on the second level.

"It's me! Dodi Fayeed! I'm not dead! I'm down here!"

One of them looked down at me and dropped a half empty can of Coke over the edge. It landed on the grass and I stared up at the person-awhitelady-and shook my fist.

'When you get down from there I'll be waiting for you bitch! I'm gonna kick your head in."

The woman spit over the edge and laughed. Then she disappeared. Probably to climb up to the crown.

I was getting bored. The statue was okay to look at but after the first few minutes

...it became pretty damn depressing.

 

So, I walked over to the dock and waited for the next ferry.

As I waited I saw a couple of long haired guys with Statue of Liberty crowns made out of green sponge.

I wanted one so bad.

Those guys were real losers too. Both of them were listening to the same Walkman (two earphone jacks) and one of them was playing 'air guitar' while the other pretended to drum.

I guess the tape ran out after a while because they suddenly stopped and took off their earphones and crowns and started digging through a bag of tapes that they were carrying.

Eventually they agreed on something and put the headphones back on their heads and stuffed the crowns into their back pockets.

As they stood there listening to their crappy tape, I eased up and grabbed one of the crowns from the pocket of the one who had orange freckles all over his face and ears.

And walked casually away.

Feeling much better.

 

 

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