I remember visiting my friend Artie's uncle who was retired and living in the Bowelry. Artie's uncle had a studio and in the middle of the tiny room was a claw foot bath tub, and the toy-let was placed in what use to be a closet. When I went to pee, I asked, "Where is the light?" and I was told, "There is none."
The space was too small for three people, so we go into a bar in the Bowelry and somehow I end up getting inbetween Artie's uncle and this guy named "Trippy" who attacks Artie's uncle who was likely in his 70's at the time.
So I learned after getting punched by two men fighting that I should never try to break up a fight, especially alone, and when fighting or getting involved in a fight win and win decisively by destroying your opponent by ending any fight as quickly as one can.
It was not that I was not good at fighting, but it was really odd because the fight that initially started was between perhaps a twenty year old (Trippy) and a seventy year old man. I was only 19 at that time and perhaps 130 pounds so I kinda looked like a drug addict.
Anyways just another normal day in the Bowelry back in the day. That was when only really destitute people lived in the Bowelry.
Cal
