Stoops Of Atlantis

On hot days in those ancient summers there were no brooks or lakes on 118. So we skirted the law a bit and raised that watery monster from the deep to the streets of Atlantis. 

In those ancient days secret knowledge was passed on to the worthy initiates. Strange games, rituals and spaldeens. 

There were characters galore on the streets of East Harlem and bright stars over them and I was a proud geek that gazed up. And that one crazy night..could we get the Goodfellas follow my gaze?

The Nanny State (and my parents if they knew!) would quake in their boots if they had known we were toying with found explosives and summoning fire demons on 118th street!