“BRONX NIGHTS” 🌃🍎 THE “SOON TO BE” CHAPTERS

 

 

 

Okay, folks. So here’s what’s going on. BRONX NIGHTS 🌃🍎 is done! At least, this version of it. But there are a whole lot of chapters ready to come out in fuller form over time.

 

I just wanted some folks to squirm a bit more first. Also, some parts are still too sad to pour onto the page. Especially about that poor dog.

 

There are a whole lot of power brokers and uppity-ups pissing their pants right now. Just read below. You’ll get it.

 

Then, if you haven’t already, read the chapters that are done in their fullness—especially “Godzilla: Finally,” “Rooftop Courage” and “Seeking.”

 

As to “Seeking,” there’s a very different version of that chapter in the e-book and the paperback version of BRONX NIGHTS 🌃🍎 on Amazon.

 

Hi, Jaime!

 

See you on the other side!

 

 

 

{Remember, Chapters 1 through 5 can be found here!}

 

 

 

Chapter 6: Cat TV

 

I was tempted to go with “Cat’s Cradle” here as a chapter title, but I think we’ve all had enough yo-yo yolks to Rock the Baby to sleep.

 

Just know that I loved my cats A LOT.

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Dumbo

 

This was supposed to be the special chapter about the most perfect date with Alex ever. Never happened. I mean, the excursion did. I still haven’t written about it. But will.

 

 

 

Chapter 8: Niagara Falls

 

Again, Alex and I went to Niagara Falls. It was just as good as the last chapter. But still didn’t quite happen. I mean, again, it happened. I’ll write it when I’m not worried about the electricity being cut off.

 

 

 

Chapter 9: Nova

 

Oh my God! And finally the dog!!

 

What happened to this beast? Wouldn’t she like to know?

 

And also what I did to Verse’s jars of magic?

 

 

 

Chapter 10: Con

 

“Con” stand for CONgress. Here we go.

 

Jaime Harrison. And all that jazz.

 

I already wrote a book about it: So I Ran for Congress.

 

But trust me, there’s way more to say. And here you thought the Republicans were just a problem.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 11: Deadpool, Cuts & Owen

 

I love you both, the marriage that was unwoven.

 

I drank with you on the top of the theater.

 

You taught me how to smoke. In your green pants.

 

Deadpool and The Bronx Detention Center were in the architecture.

 

I sat chained with the former head of the Trinity Gang in jail.

 

Like Paul in prison. We smoked cigarettes and ate candy! What he told me! And he also offered me a job. I’m pretty hard up right now, thinking of taking it.

 

 

 

Chapter 12: Nothing but the Blood

 

I threw up a gallon of blood in my home. TOTALLY abandoned by the world.

 

You sent me to the psych ward, and they cast me out, because they knew I wasn’t ill.

 

The letter I wrote you, my adopted daughter!

 

But you came back, and I forgive you. I love you whole.

 

 

 

Chapter 13: Sugar & Spice Rack

 

Alex, you stripped all the labels off the spice rack jars.

 

But did you think I didn’t know spice?

 

DUNE?

 

I knew what they all were—always did.

 

I laughed so hard at that—just ask JoJo. (Wherever she ran off to.)

 

 

 

Chapter 14: Mani-Pedi

 

This one is really about the nipple piercing I witnessed.

 

You’ll know. I paid for it.

 

After the Mani-Pedi I paid for all three of us.

 

You’re flying the friendly skies, pornstar. But we all see you now.

 

 

 

Chapter 15: Puerto Rico

 

The Fort, The Cemetery. The Photo out of Time.

 

That is All.

 

You damn Volcano, Daughter.

 

 

 

Chapter 16: Mario’s Pizza

 

Quite a few Yelp reviews I was supposed to write to bring a little levity to it all.

 

By the way, Mario’s Pizza is the best ’za in NYC. Honest to fucking God.

 

Me love you long time. Trust me, the reviews are out there—maybe not under my name. But maybe also. This one is the fun game to come.

 

 

 

{Ugh. Wish Chapter 17 didn’t have to exist. But, someone finally had to write about this shit.}

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18: Flow

 

It’s a really good movie. You should see it.

 

Also, I really miss you, JoJo. My cabybara.

 

 

 

 

{Chapter 19. Just in the e-book and paperback. They’ll have to pay to read about themselves. Five Stars, seniors deserve better.}

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20: Ezekiel 25:17

 

I started trying to become an actor.

 

You can head over to YouTube and tell me what you think about my Pulp Fiction reel. Trust me, Quentin. I know True Romance is your greatest work.

 

But I also wanted to reach out to the actors who spoke up about sobriety. Thank you: Brad Pitt, Bradley Cooper, Josh Brolin.

 

You’re the assholes who helped me through this period.

 

And there was one, very “vertical” Italian actor who meant a lot to me. He’s so fucking gifted it hurts my core that he isn’t recognized.

 

 

 

Chapter 21: Bronx Bus Stop, or Bronx Bathtub

 

This is the complicated one. Because I told her I wouldn’t actually name the chapter until the book is done.

 

It’s about JoJo, who you’re about to meet.

 

She never came back—despite all the love I showed her.

 

Because the Pattern revealed her psychological condition to me.

 

I begged her FOR MONTHS to see a shrink.

 

I kept telling her she stands on the very edge of insanity.

 

It’s either the Bus Stop or the Bathtub.

 

She knows what that means. So does Zoey.

 

But she never returned. Even though I gave her the code to the goddamn place.

 

I even preserved the room for her purely.

 

But there it is, just an empty vessel, waiting for her.

 

So what else do I do?

 

 

 

∞: The End

 

 

 

And so it goes. Again, here’s the full Table of Contents.

 

 

 

 

 

From the author of “UBER NIGHTS” comes an epic memoir of unprece—

 

Um, where was I? Geez. Just a minute ago, I was a late-night rideshare driver in the Deep South. The last thing I remember was that older lady in South Carolina from the Bronx saying—

 

 

 

 

 

 

To listen to Arik Bjorn read excerpts from “BRONX NIGHTS,” visit his YouTube Page.

 

To follow Arik Bjorn on all his pages, please visit his LINKTR.EE 🔗.

 

All of the names have been changed, except for mine, and, you know, ones like Yo-Ya Ma, Nina Simone, etc. 

 

 

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