Nicholas Saint Onge

make me look gay?

I don’t know, with all those hearts and rainbows and such.

No homo

A person who blogs everyday.

But I am getting back into it. This isn’t a New Years resolution, this is me keeping tabs on my inner desire to be interesting and hopefully famous. I don’t want to give up.

Expect Updates.

My blog is making the rounds in the 4th grade circuit. Hi kids! I am okay!

On October 17th, 2007, at 2:18 in the morning, I was robbed at gunpoint.

This is no exaggeration. I was coming home from Manhattan on the Brooklyn bound 4 train, when a short black man complimented me on “my size”. He asked me how tall I was, saying that I must be at least six foot. I replied that I was somewhere around 6′2″ and believed the conversation to be over. I stepped into the 4 train, and this man, much smaller than I followed close behind. He sat directly to my right and asked me my name, which I replied was Nick. He proceeded to tell me how he had just been released from prison after a 25 year sentance for killing his own mother. At this point he asked me if I had a mother, and began ranting about how he was homeless and how he needed deodorant. I contemplated telling him about how I could not relate, as I did not have a sense of smell, and thus have little desire for deodorant, but I found this to be too much information to tell to a man who had randomly followed me onto a train. He said that he planned on getting off at the next stop, and that he could, with $20, purchase a new set of clothing, specifically underwear, as well as deodorant, and asked for a monetary contribution. Having withdrawn literally my last $40 from my bank account, I was more than conscious of the financial predicament I was in, having had called home to request money earlier that day. I reasoned with the man that I would see what I could do, and explained that I was a college student with little cash to spare. He asked me what my major was, to which I responded Graphic Design, to which he responded “really, that’s my shit too”. He was clearly a master of the swindle, but I did not expect what happened next. He went on to tell me all about how he had killed his mother at a young age, and how he was now out of jail. but homeless, and needed money, and I made the mistake of telling him “I’ll see what I can do”. I moved to the opposite side of the subway car, specifically so that he would not be able to see into my wallet, as I looked into it. Knowing fully well that I had a $20 bill as well as some random singles left over from a night at a bar. ( oh yeah, did I mention that I was slightly inebriated, and alone? ) But the man moved to the side that I had switched to, spotting my $20 bill. I offered him $3.00, which was all the loose singles I had at the time, and remarked that it was all that I had to give at the time. he replied that he had seen my $20 bill, and that if he had wanted to, he could have been a lot more forceful with his attempt to get money from me. He claimed to have a “forty five” on him, and upon saying that, partially withdrew a handgun from his jacket pocket. Noticing that I had many people around me, aware of my predicament, should I be shot, I told him that I had given him all that I had to offer, and that few people can say that they earn $3 for nothing at all in return. He was visibly annoyed at this comment, and began to fidget at his pocket once more. I recalled a fact that he had said earlier in the conversation and asked him why he hadn’t gotten off at the station that he said he originally planned to get off at, he had no answer, and at the next stop I pretended as though it were my destination, saying “good luck” and departing. He had been beaten at his own game, for now. I moved to the next car, and sat there thinking about what had just happened. heading for my actual destination, when the car doors in between the trains opened. I sat in horror, thinking that it may be the man, but it turned out to be someone who had witnessed the whole ordeal. He sat across from me for a couple minutes, before the train doors opened once again, and in walked the man. I pretended to not notice, and fortunate for me, but unfortunate for another poor soul, the man sat next to some other random white guy. The man sitting across from me gave me a knowing look and we exchanged glances, as well as shaked heads, we both knew I had been had, and that the stranger he was talking to was about to meet a similar fate, but what could we do? Even knowing what was in store, and how terrible a scheme it was, we were powerless to stop this man. we finally arrived at my station stop, and when I say I have never run faster and longer in my life, I mean it. I did not stop till I was fully sure that the man with the gun was long, long gone. I am writing this now from the safety of my dorm room, three dollars poorer, and still less-than-sober, and thinking, what if that had been it?

note: as you may be ables to tell, since I am writing this, I am perfectly fine. I avoid riding subways late at night now whenever possible. It’s city life though, these things are bound to happen.

I am soooo sorry that I haven’t been updating. It’s really not that hard, and I’ve seen plenty of wonderful things to share with you all. Problem is, I am now part of a very active comedy group, working as a graphic designer for LOLA ( www.lolanewyork.com ) and going to school full time. So much! I have really great stuff to share, once I finish my current project with LOLA, so stay tuned, and please forgive my absence!

<3 Nick

I unfortunately forgot my camera in the Bronx. It is safe, but out of reach as of right now. When I get it back I’ll be sure to update you guys with the pictures on it.

If there is anyone at home that reads this, can you tell me (Comment Here!) if Home Improvement plays late nights on Nickelodean now? Because it does here, as well as afternoons, well, bascially all the time. I thought that show was gone. Like, long gone.

Union Square Park is a pretty good hang out if you’ve got nothing else to do. There are always people there sitting around, maybe playing some music, and most likely some skateboarders and BMX’ers trying to kill themselves and others by jumping off steps. Perhaps the biggest fans of these skateboarders was this one group of children watching them do their stuff. Each time a trick was landed (hell, even attempted) these kids would give out a loud “OHHHHHHHHHHHH” just as your average Hype-Man would. What the best part was though, was there was this little girl with them, who originally wasn’t in on the game, but eventually caught on to yelling “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” whenever someone went by. Eventually the other kids stopped doing it but the little girl continued on. She and her little Winnie-The-Poo backpack were just about the cutest little Hype-Person I’ve ever seen.

Poo Backpack enlarged to show texture.

Another great thing I saw while at union square park was a break dancing guy and his backup bucket-drummer. All together they ran a very tight show and were actually impressive to boot. Here are some videos of the action, check them out, they legit.

http://www.rfhrhs.net/break/

Generally, I believe that firefighters here in the city are much more respected then police officers. I mean, they are cool too, but they are kinda everywhere, seemingly not doing a whole lot other then being there looking authoritative. Firefighters are all about blaring sirens and saving the day. I what might have solidified the idea that the police here really don’t have much to do was seeing what must have been well over 600 officers (not sure if they were on duty or off) on motor scooters (not manly enough to be cycles) driving around together, just honking their horns, pretending to rear end each other and making a lot of noise and laughing.

Imagine the most annoying and puny scooter horn you can, and multiply that by 600 and then do that like 3 times per second. It was one of the most irritating things I’ve ever seen.

This is just a small portion of the massive army of scooters. I thought I had taken a video of the others, but apparently not.

Of one Graciela Victoria St.Onge’s birth.

Happy 9th Birthday Graciela!

We all love you very, very, very, very, very, very, much.

While waiting for a train two women, most likely prostitutes sat next to me while waiting for a subway train. They were dressed as go-go dancers, wearing the most gaudy purple leopard print skirts and big puffy hats. It was like being in Seussical all over again.