The Substantial Incentive

The Substantial Incentive...

I wrote this preface 4 years ago apparently for a short story of the same name... My close friend Greg Mike sent it to me recently and I thought it was pretty amusing so I decided to share it... In the dialogue below I was obviously making fun of what is Manhattan's Meat Packing District... Calling it the Lower West Side... It's also a short spin on the gentrified grunge Disney Land known as the Lower East Side... New York is a city of ever shifting faces and energy... Movements and currents... Things always change and people still want to hang on to the way things were... I guess I was poking fun of the social mores of our current era even 4 years ago… Enjoy!

The Substantial Incentive

By: A.C. Passarella

Visually stimulating and ultimately coincidental the real question is can he make the crucial flip. By flip I mean the change in his actions, his whole being in a sense. You see Camden, his mother named him that after she visited New Jersey one year back in 76’, as odd as can be she was enthused by this word, was to be the head of the worlds’ largest gossip editorial ever. And editorial it was, this magazine was published in over 210 different countries, positioned here though in the good old U-S of A, as great as U.S. gossip was. Or was not, I do believe some of the gossip coming out the U. K. at the time was extremely intense and how can I say, it captured what the public wanted… intriguing Filth and lots of beautiful people doing lots of naughty things.

So Camden runs this big editorial and who am I you might ask? Well I’m the filthy scum that he writes about… rude, brash, young, sexy, alluring, any old adjective that describes what the normal public suburban audience is lacking…. But overall to them a handsome looking arrogant asshole. Or at least that’s what the New York Times called me, thanks to good old Camden’s 4 page spread of me doing, unfitting for the public’s eyes during those times, at the city’s posh yet ruggedly urban sort of chic dive in the Lower West side, the meat packing district to be exact, called Trash Bar. Sounds kind of sleazy right, the place was an old trash dump turned into an all out socialite’s bordello of some sort, and that’s not all, this place was an exclusive type of dive for the city. No one but the cities, and the world’s, most vivid and allusive socialites, rock-stars and polyartista’s knew of the place. And of the one’s who did only a select few could walk amongst the star studded wooden floor planks and dirt ridden silver and golden sheer moldings and nails. Quite different I would say, I mean think about it your self, golden sheer moldings and nails with a wooden floor, who in the hell would want to think of that let alone socialize on that kind of raw flooring. But raw flooring aside, everyone came to enjoy the mood and socially euphoric and all transforming atmosphere of this place.