Snooper and Blabber in New York
I was acting on a tip off from the New York Post that there was a contingent of Satanists and Activists of a religious cult wandering are Fair City. I cannot be more specific than that but some of you should recognise the street that is in the Photograph.
Anyway, as I waited patiently for some activity I leaned on a car parked near Veniero's Pasticceria & Cafe, East 11th Street, and 1st Ave, East Village. As I leaned on the car to take a rest I was aware of a pair of eyes boring a hole with the vengeance of a street tramp into my back. I turned around and what a sight I saw. There was a lone figure lurking in the back of an SUV wearing what looked like a black hooded cloak.
His face was pasty white and though his features were that of an attractive man his pallor made him look positively hideous at this time. I jumped back from the car fearing that I had stumbled across our resident Satanists. These Satanists were responsible for all sorts of rituals and sacrifices and curses towards those that cross them.
The man leapt out of the vehicle, his eyes wild with a look of a psychotic drug user and said “Hastings, Mr Hastings” I am like woo hang on buddy I don’t know who your talking about. He shoved a strange looking badge in my face and said Mr Hastings its me Chris Titan I been waiting for you. I am not Mr Hastings I informed the man who was becoming increasingly agitated by my denials then it dawned on me. Was he talking about Charles Hastings of Neurocam International?
I spoke to this Chris character and ascertained from his wild and exorbitant story that he was a renegade Neurocam Operative on the run from the witch finder general and he arranged to meet with Mr Hastings before they “meaning Neurocam” finished him off. He had already been was pummelled with a metal pipe by a pair of God-fearing thugs as he strolled down a quiet Queens Street. "Yo, Satan!" the hoodlums screamed before unleashing a hellish attack on him. "They spread rumours around the neighbourhood that I eat babies and go down to the docks, pick up hookers and kill them," he told me but its not me he protested I just got here a few days ago. Its ok I told him, they are after some Satanists and must of mistaken you for them.
I befriended this man because he reminded me of the suffering I had seen of others on the run in war torn Bosnia. I have an agency, it’s a photography agency, which I run called the Snooper Agency and he stayed with me for sometime. He has become part of my Agency and his quest is noble. I have renamed the Agency Snooper and Blabber in memory of this great investigator that I found lurking on the corner of East 11th Street, and 1st Ave.
He may not be a photographer but he is one hell of a character.
Anyway, as I waited patiently for some activity I leaned on a car parked near Veniero's Pasticceria & Cafe, East 11th Street, and 1st Ave, East Village. As I leaned on the car to take a rest I was aware of a pair of eyes boring a hole with the vengeance of a street tramp into my back. I turned around and what a sight I saw. There was a lone figure lurking in the back of an SUV wearing what looked like a black hooded cloak.
His face was pasty white and though his features were that of an attractive man his pallor made him look positively hideous at this time. I jumped back from the car fearing that I had stumbled across our resident Satanists. These Satanists were responsible for all sorts of rituals and sacrifices and curses towards those that cross them.
The man leapt out of the vehicle, his eyes wild with a look of a psychotic drug user and said “Hastings, Mr Hastings” I am like woo hang on buddy I don’t know who your talking about. He shoved a strange looking badge in my face and said Mr Hastings its me Chris Titan I been waiting for you. I am not Mr Hastings I informed the man who was becoming increasingly agitated by my denials then it dawned on me. Was he talking about Charles Hastings of Neurocam International?
I spoke to this Chris character and ascertained from his wild and exorbitant story that he was a renegade Neurocam Operative on the run from the witch finder general and he arranged to meet with Mr Hastings before they “meaning Neurocam” finished him off. He had already been was pummelled with a metal pipe by a pair of God-fearing thugs as he strolled down a quiet Queens Street. "Yo, Satan!" the hoodlums screamed before unleashing a hellish attack on him. "They spread rumours around the neighbourhood that I eat babies and go down to the docks, pick up hookers and kill them," he told me but its not me he protested I just got here a few days ago. Its ok I told him, they are after some Satanists and must of mistaken you for them.
I befriended this man because he reminded me of the suffering I had seen of others on the run in war torn Bosnia. I have an agency, it’s a photography agency, which I run called the Snooper Agency and he stayed with me for sometime. He has become part of my Agency and his quest is noble. I have renamed the Agency Snooper and Blabber in memory of this great investigator that I found lurking on the corner of East 11th Street, and 1st Ave.
He may not be a photographer but he is one hell of a character.
posted by Snooper at 11:07 AM
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