|Eric Bogosian is My Guardian Angel
||[Oct. 1st, 2006|01:25 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
A man with a history of mental illness who had just stabbed one woman was fatally shot by police as he held another woman at knifepoint outside a supermarket yesterday morning in Brooklyn, police said.
This happened yesterday, right in my neighborhood. In fact, the Met Foods mentioned in the article is the supermarket where I do my shopping.
I didn't see it happen, but I did see the aftermath. I was walking up Smith Street to a friend's baby shower at a local restaurant when I noticed all the police cars and the yellow tape stretched across the streets and sidewalks. They weren't letting anyone through, so I cut up to Court Street to go around.
And that's where I saw Eric Bogosian. He was walking down Court Street with a female companion, acting all non-chalant, but I knew better. You see, every time I happen to see Eric Bogosian anywhere in New York City, something strange and dangerous has just happened. Always.
Now, that could just be from living in a city that is occasionally strange and dangerous. Or it could be that Eric Bogosian is some kind of criminal mastermind, operating in the shadows, pulling the strings like a puppet master, and I always just happen to see him leaving the scene of the crime.
But I prefer to think that he's my guardian angel. He shows up to comfort me and soothe my nerves, and he does this secretly, disguising his true purpose by walking right past me, or by hailing a cab with some friends, or any number of seemingly normal New York City activities.
Thank you, Eric Bogosian, wherever you are. You don't need to leave a comment. I know you're reading, and I appreciate all you've done for me.