No Questions Asked
And no good deed goes unpunished
No Questions Asked
By Spyder Darling
It was late September, 1988 in New York City and Michael Wild was on his way back to Oedipus Records the store where he worked, when he stopped to get a hot dog. He knew it was a stupid idea to spend his lunch money at 10:30 AM but the five bucks he had “borrowed” from his girlfriend Suzi’s purse that morning was quickly burning its way through Michael’s instant emptying pockets, adding one more hole (metaphorical, anyway) to his RAMONES style jeans.
“What the fuck,” he thought. “I’m hungry now. I’ll worry about later when it gets here.” Michael wasn’t known for his long range planning.
The hot dog was disgusting. He stopped gobbling after the second bite, to silently yell at himself for spending his money for the day on what tasted like an overcooked garden hose wrapped in a crumbling concrete bun.
“Oh well,” he rationalized. “At least I don’t have to worry about what to have for lunch.”
Resuming from his mission to East Village Savings Bank to get change for the store’s afternoon shift, Michael was shuffling along in his all but worn out, red Converse All Stars, staring vacantly at the unforgiving Avenue A sidewalk, when, while passing Cafe Ole, the…
