The Mavericks Pastry Caper

  It's funny how something seems like a really good idea when your Stoned and the next thing you know your handcuffed in the back of a New York city police car heading to the 109th precinct for the beginning of a long rather odious journey into the bowels of N.Y.C. night time justice, simply because you got the munchies.

So here's the story of the Great Mavericks Pastry Caper as well as I can remember you may find it entertaining. Hopefully I can give you an idea of Night-court back then it was almost surreal. Court was strange enough in the day at night it was a totally different animal, first you went to Brooklyn or the Tombs they were the only option at the time.

As I remember 4 of us were out and about that early Wednesday morning, Me, Joey V. Mike Pavonetti and Scar I’m not sure who decided we should leave the security of the park but we decided to go get some breakfast at Mavericks over on 164^th and Northern this was nothing new we went there quite often the food was good prices right and we were tolerated by the owners since we always had bread.

I don’t know what triggered our expulsion to the street perhaps we were just too stoned, we were defiantly sloppy smashed Joey V. kept nodding off into his eggs and Mike was in about the same condition. Scar and I were in the land of many colors and shapes as usual.

Next thing we wind up sitting on the curb staring across the street as the bakery truck pulls into the parking lot of the Bohaks grocery store to deliver the baked goods for the day the store is closed and empty at that hour so to our spaced out minds this was an act of God. We slowly come to the realization we will need something to drink to wash down our tray of doughnuts and rolls. We can’t go back in the diner but we can raid milk boxes for fresh milk. This all seemed fairly easy, but when your moving as if you’re on the planet Jupiter due to your mental state or lack there of it becomes almost comical

Totally amazed at our good fortune we each take care of the gathering of supplies for our morning repast we prepare for breakfast and give the fact we’re in full view of the world not a thought the next words we hear come from New Yorks’ finest something like Holy Shit check these assholes out,Your under arrest. Oh well all good things must come to an end time to visit the 109^th precint and start our trip around the Horn into the strange land of Night Court..