Nostalgia: Teenage Boys Buy Beer at Billburg Bodega, Get Busted By Cops

08/05/2010 12:31 PM |

our lost youth
  • “I’ve heard Olde English is good.”

Yeah, this isn’t exactly news, but…

I was walking along Bedford Avenue last night, around 7:30pm, when I spotted three teenage boys outside a bodega having a very conspicuous teenage conversation about what kind of malt liquor to buy. It was sort of sweet and pathetic and reminded me (painfully) of all those agonizing high school moments trying, and often failing, to buy beer (the drinking age was 19 where I grew up). I wished them happy drinking in my head and forgot all about it…

Until I saw them again, 45 minutes later. I was walking my dogs down South 2nd Street toward the river when I spotted the little suburban trio sitting on some steps near Death By Audio, brown bags in hand; I was happy they’d been able to make their purchases, and happier still they had done so in aid of experiencing a rock show. And then I heard the awful “sound of the police,” the little “boop boop” noise that cop cars use to let you know they’re there. Busted. Christ. The cops just stopped right in the middle of the street and swaggered over to “talk.”

I didn’t stick around too long (when I got busted for underage drinking in a beer store parking lot, the worst thing was all the people who stopped to gawp), so I’m not sure if tickets were issued or if there was any dramatic dumping of alcohol (that hurts)—I just hope they made it into whatever DBA show they were aiming at…