I lived in Greenpoint when I first moved to New York in 1999. It’s one of the few cheap places in NY where you don’t have to worry about your girlfriend getting harassed. However, the fucking drunks get depressing. You have to walk over Polack’s bodies to get to the subway and the day I saw three old men laughing at their friend who was puking in a dumpster I said, “Fuck this, I’m outta here.” Since I left, it’s become the Robin to Williamsburg’s Batman (though the drunks are still stumbling across Manhattan Ave). They even have their own newspaper. Here’s what it said about my book…
Mar 28, 2012by Kylie Jane Wakefield
To say that Gavin McInnes has had a wild life is an understatement. The proclaimed Godfather of Hipsterdom’s personal history looks like a mix between that of a rockstar, a daredevil, and a perpetual class clown. In his debut memoir “How to Piss in Public,” he details the dirty, the scary, and the just plain psychotic stories that have made his life, thus far, so wonderfully interesting.
McInnes is best known for his role as co-founder of Vice, a publication established in 1994, that devotes itself to all things hipster. But, he’s got more under his belt than a publishing position: he’s led a punk lifestyle that involved theatrical musical performances, squatting in abandoned houses, planting trees in no man’s land, Canada, dropping acid to avoid suburban monotony, and even gonorrhea. “The book is just balls out true but [full of] unbelievable stories that are shameless,” he said. “It’s a shameless, fearless, asshole way to live. The beauty of a book like this is that when it’s all true, there is nothing to regret.”
“How to Piss in Public” documents the ups and downs of McInnes’ life, including his favorite coming of age tales like landing in jail, getting his parents stoned, and dealing with the loss of friends. “You don’t often get someone with life experiences like mine who can spell,” he said.
These days, 41-year-old McInnes has calmed down (a bit), focusing on being creative director at Rooster NY, an advertising firm he started with friends, and raising his two kids. Since splitting from Vice, he’s developed Street Boners, a company dedicated to posting photos of eye candy. He’s based in Williamsburg, as is his Street Boners team of photographers who stroll up and down Bedford Avenue, taking pictures of attractive women.
McInnes had no plans to write a memoir; He was persuaded by the agent of “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell” author Tucker Max to tell the world his story. Above all, he wants readers to be entertained. “There is no agenda here,” he said. “There are no politics. It’s just the past. I think that when a lot of people write memoirs, they want to dazzle you with their knowledge. I’m 41. No one wants to read a biography by me and hear me preach about life. So this isn’t that. This is really just ‘Animal House.’”
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