Well not to go off 'breathing tricks' -
and there have got to be a few of them, for different situations- long kissing comes to mind -
It was pretty intense turn of events ; picture the Lower East Side , NYC winter 1983 -
young artist /musicians have been moving into the mixed neighborhoods downtown,
pools of real tension between Hispanics and those who might be sporting what we used to call 'Berlin haircuts' ( high back and sides, long in front).
Between 12th & 13th Streets on Avenue A , girlfriend and I enroute to doing music for German designers show at Danceteria during a snowstorm.
'Kids' on the corner throwing snowballs, see us and begin shouting *hit at us ,
then the snowballs begin. Not a big deal I reckon.
We walk on , heading for the corner to catch a cab uptown.
I guess the kids saw some chance to either bother us further or outright mug us , but the 5 or 6 of them came running at us.
Told my lady to go ahead and maybe duck into the deli up the street,
and turned to face the crew now about halfway across the street.
They circle, dancing around shouting and I watch waiting for what's next ...
Seconds later a small knife stabs straight in right side of my chest,
in the melee it registers as a punch or hit.
Then a second time, close to the first.
How to get out of this ? ran into the corner deli and the guys there shut the door behind me.
I hear the kids shout ' Get the girl ...'
Well, no *ucking way that's going to happen , I dash back out through the door
only to find some of the kids waited there to deliver a punch to my right eye, fist full of rings grazing eyeball.
Great ! this is really going well now ...
What to do now ? blood is rapidly filling my eye
I figured the best thing to do then was to get down on ground.
Good, that worked they all ran off.
I got my girlfriend who had ran up the street and hopped in a cab,
hospital luckily only a few blocks away on 16th St. and First Avenue.
Once inside girlfriend was screaming a bit,
alot had just happened very quickly, I went into 'let's get ... calmer' mode,.
Feeling the lung on my right side collapse while still crossing 14th St.,
forced to regulate breathing further as best I could.
Half power ... Gritted teeth ...
Never made it to that show, in hospital a couple days, stitched up,
tube in the lung by far the painful part.
Yeah, culture wars of another stripe '83 LES