"just a little something that happened to me"

so it was thursday, day after wednesday, you know the drill, and i was walking down saint mark's place, you know the one, in new york city, and i was thinking of maybe getting my nipple pierced, just as a gag, just for kicks. i don't know. i get bored sometimes.
anyway, walking down saint mark's place i pass this falafel joint and then i hit 2nd ave and i keep going. after awhile i'm at tompkins square park, if you know where that is, and i enter the park and i sit down on an unoccupied bench and light myself a ciggie and just kinda watch what's happening around me. it was a nice autumn day out, you know, not too cool not too hot. it was nice, a light breeze, my winston tasted alright, things were good. i was still young then, you know, so i didn't have as many troubles as i do now. hindsight is always 20/20, though, huh.
anyway, you know how i feel about homeless people, i feel sorry for them, and you know how i feel about hipsters, i don't mind them, and you know how i feel about cops, i love em. so what's the problem? no problem.
a few hours and a couple more ciggies later, i'm still sitting there. wait, let me finish. this is not one of those stories i sometimes tell where nothing happens, so hold your horses. a lot has happened so far anyway, if you don't get so caught up in action and fistfights and cops all the time and stop to smell the roses and take in the finer things in life. but don't get me wrong, i'm no philosopher and i firmly believe that cops and fistfights are some of the finer things in life, so don't get me wrong, no offense.
anyway, i got this heart problem, i had it since i was a kid. it's like a murmur but it's no big deal unless someone sneaks up and fuckin scares me so it's no problem, don't worry about it. but anyway, i was sitting on that bench in tompkins square watching the homeless guys argue and the mother with the stroller and the couple making out and the boy on the scooter and the girl on the skateboard. then i seen something moving in the distance and couldn't tell what the hell it was, but no problem, whatever, that's cool. but still i couldn't tell what the hell it was and it was getting kinda dark and i got real curious and a little worried cause it's early evening and i was a little hungry i guess and so maybe i'm seeing things. but no, there's definately something there, moving against the trees at the far end of the dark where there's not too much light and few street lamps. whatever, no big deal, i'll ignore it. maybe it's an undercover cop or something, who cares?
but still, it was strange, right? like, what is that? well finally this figure gets inna position for me to get a look at him, and he walks under a street lamp for a minute and low and behold it's andy warhol! jeez, you scared me! for a second there i thought it was fuckin timberwood jack, cause this is 1983 and that guy's already killed like 15 people in the last 3 months or something. shit, that was a close call! but i guess i'm pretty fuckin lucky. if you don't count my heart murmur and my bad nerves and all that, i guess. if you call that luck. some kinda luck i got...