I figured I had to write this story of what’s happened here visiting NYC for the month of May 2018. I’ve been really looking forward to the getaway to film Union Sq and see friends. I got a lot of great stuff shot there the first week. Roman showed up for an interview, I got Wendell making me a hat, and then lots of other great moments too. I made a mistake though. I started posting stuff right away, and the news of my return spread swiftly among the ne’er-do-wells.

There’s a video I regret posting. Yes, another one. The Human Stallion video. It’s me interviewing Bridget who knows this guy Erick, a disturbed gangster kid at Union who’d gotten into trouble for having sex with horses. You read that right. Not rumor or exaggeration I’m sorry to say. And it was my opinion when I posted it that this story was important for anyone who might come in contact with Erick Rivera to see. It was only up for a day when Bridget’s bf told her to tell me to take it down. So I did. Years later, after I moved outta NYC I chose to post it, again, without a thought. Then I forgot about it. I should have never posted it. It’s not even that great of a vid. Just shocking. An example of the type Union attracts. It’s also the reason I’ll probably never return to filming at Union Square ever again.

This video is now unlisted.

Let me explain.
So now it’s 6 years later, 2018, and a couple nights ago I’m here at Camille’s (she really hooked me up. I’m renting her place for the month while she’s away), I get really stoned and decide I’m in the mood to go out. So I hop on the train, and of course I end up at Union Square. I walk up the subway steps, walk towards these SVA kids chalking the tiles around the steps people sit on. Then I look over at that half wall by the ramp on the east side and at a glance I think I see Erick sitting there. Now mind you I’m stoned, paranoid, and weirder still the day before Free Hugs Jeremy says to me ‘I saw that video you made about Erick and the horses”. So his image is already there in my head. I go to sit down on the steps, look over again, and I swear again it’s Erick, but not enough light to tell for sure. As I sat down I look over again and see the guy hop down, as if me sitting caused his action. My body just reacted. I immediately stood up and walked the other way, west to the back of the park towards 15th, very consciously trying not to look back over my shoulder to expose my face to him. Just moving forward fast.

Finally I work up the courage to glance over my shoulder and I can’t tell if he’s following me because there’s people everywhere! Have I explained how dangerous this person is? He’s in and out of prison, and I’ve seen him beat up many people at the park, including girls. Including Jeremy, for that matter. I have video of him fighting on YouTube titled “Wherefore art thou big Nino”. We called him and his buddy Big & Little Nino”. And I am personally responsible for posting the video calling him a horse-fucker.
Yeah. Really really smart Bob.

I stopped at the corner of 15th and University with my back right up against the building so I could peer around the corner. I swear I saw his tall friend Big Nino striding towards me. I thought “No fucking way! I’m just paranoid because I’m stoned!”
I turn and look again and it’s just some tall tourist walking by. But I’m still not positive that the other guy was Erick. So I walk a block west to 5th Ave, then south a couple blocks to 13th, then back east taking the LONG way around back to the park.

I then walked alongside a moving bus to sneak into Wholefoods and look down at the park from their window to see if I can recognize him for sure. When I get there I see the same dude sitting in the same place fiddling with his phone, but it’s after 9p and too dark to see. I decide to try another angle. I leave and go up to the J&M store windows next door to possibly use the zoom on camera. That doesn’t work either. So I leave there and walk around to Scenester Island, all the while keeping an eye on that guy on the wall. I know if I don’t confirm whether or not it’s Erick it’ll haunt my brain for the rest of my stay. I walk over to the east sidewalk there where I can see the back of him through the wire fence and bushes. I’m about 20 feet from him now. I glance around the fence there up the length of that half-wall, and GODDAMN IT’S FUCKING ERICK, angrily tapping away at his phone while looking around at the park like he’s really really pissed off! No doubt this time. No doubts at all. I immediately leave, down into the subway and take the train straight home. I was so panicked I deleted the video from YouTube through my phone on the train home. The reality of how helpless I felt if someone were to actually attack me hit me hard.

I guarantee you the reason he was sitting over on that half wall at the east side instead of his normal “Fountain Gang Bang Bang” headquarters on the roach nest side is not only because it’s the side I sit on, but he can’t show his face on the other side without being recognized by his peeps. He was hiding. It’s while I’m on the train I also remember making eye-contact the day before with a girl who knows both of us, and the look she gave me was absolute shock before she turned away. The same girl who tells Roman off at the end of this video. I’m sure she’s the one who told him I was back in town.

To seal the deal, when I get back to the apartment there’s a message on my phone from Bridget.
“Are u here sir?! How ling u here?”

This tells me the word of my return has gotten to them, and she’s probably in communication with Erick and whoever else.

I text her back like we’re still friends, “A couple more days. That’s how ling haha!”
LIES! I’m such a smartass.

It’s not until the next morning she responds, “When are you leaving?”

I respond, “I’m only here a couple more days” even though it’s actually another few weeks!

Knowing her, she’ll spread the word that I’m gone after the weekend and I’ll be able to worry a lot less about it. But I’m going to avoid Union the rest of my stay here. NOT WORTH IT!

After thinking more on how I got away, because of that railing, when he hopped off that wall he had to walk down that ramp with his back to me for a moment which is right when I stood, turned & split.

He must have been dumbstruck when he’d just seen me sit my ass, and a few seconds later he saw only an empty seat.
Shaggy said I can say “I snaked him!”
Makes it sound less cowardly, I suppose.

I still need to see Wendell about the hat he’s making for me, but that can wait a week or two. Might even send Nick or Shaggy to get it for me. And I’ve decided that it’s best to keep this story as much of a secret as possible. I want all those involved to forever be dumbfounded about how the evening of May 10th, 2018 Normal Bob was at Union Square, then he just disappeared.

I hope that fucker sits out there all summer long waiting for me to come around while the regs walk by him thinking, “Oh! Horse Fucker’s back.”