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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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Bronx Ale House, Porto Salvo, probably more in Citi Island and towards Co-op City but I'm not from out there.

You gotta see it all with your own eyes. Morrisania’s like a patchwork of rough edges and hidden nirvana. I might mess up, mumble slurs with my accent, but its heartbeat is mine. Like Ali G say, “Respect!” So when you bounce through, don’t just cruise, get in deep – wander, relax, and laugh at the madness. That’s Morrisania, baby – as wild, unpredictable, and genuine as Max’s desert storm. Yo, safe trips and remember: "To the edge, man, to the edge!"

🌳 Community Social at Joyce Kilmer Park – Live Music by Morrisania Band Project