“5:AM Sunday morning”
Young, restless, out half the night partying and drinking.
Now, you might think I am speaking like someone who blames the rape victim because she had dressed like a hooker.
I’m not really.
And the guy did not deserve what happened to him, and his assailants deserve the book thrown at them.
I lived in Manhattan in my 20s; we did the late-night Saturday night scene, on occasions. We also knew the things - getting drunk, certain locations, certain kinds of people and certain kinds of situations - to avoid. It was not very long before we recommended to our younger friends and family members that getting together socially with a gang of friends in your own apartments was as rewarding and a whole lot less risky than mingling with the drunkin hordes out for a big night in town. And usually if someone did get drunk at our place, a cab was called to come pick them up, or they had to stay at the hosts apartment until they slept it off; we never sent a friend drunk out into the streets.
I know the location of the event in the article. It’s on 14th Street between 1st and 2nd Avenue - Artichoke Pizza. A niece lives not too far from there.
That pizza place has done a great job at marketing itself, but I’ve had their pizza and I’m no fan.
About two blocks north of there on 1st Avenue is Beth Israel hospital. I hope that young man was taken there and not transported some distance to another hospital.
Ny Daily News reports the location as Macdougal Street, West Village not East. There is another Artichoke location there.
“And the guy did not deserve what happened to him, and his assailants deserve the book thrown at them.”
A crime is a crime, and the victim didn’t deserve it, but it never ceases to shock me how naive people can be. These young people who’ve had it drilled into their heads that their parents were wrong on everything are rapidly finding out how right their parents often were.
In my younger days, if we went to the village, there were at least eight of us (all male); we treated the place with the caution it merited. Many of us had parents who’d fled NYC 10 -15 years before, and we knew why.