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by Mrs. Manicotti (ASC). As a preview to the long awaited one-on-one with the Wild Tales From The Police Blotter author C.J. Sullivan, WWIB is proud to present a brief video of the great man reading one hot summer night down in Red Hook, Brooklyn. The camera person, who shall remain nameless, walked & was sweating like mad. Whether or not that excuses shaky hands & other nervous conditions I can’t rightly say. What I do know is the “Wicked” part comes from hard Alabama-to-Detroit soul hero Wilson Pickett; like many musical greats, Wilson later had some problems with the law but none were as tough as what was in store for young Ricky Pickett, of Brownsville, who met his own personal “Stagger Lee” one night in April 1990. (See James C. Mcklinley Jr.’s early report for the Times.) Sullivan has his version, heard in part below. For the rest, pick up Sullivan’ s book already & New York Calling also, where C.J.’s Bronx essay— with Brian Berger’s street photography accompanying— is a highlight among highlights, no shit, man. I am Mrs. Manicotti & I groove to this message.

[googlevideo]http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1865105250034595287[/googlevideo]

Mrs. Manicotti (ASC) is Brooklyn as slavery. She grew up on Mill Street, Red Hook & is a proud graduate of Lafayette High School, where she ran cross country & track for the Lady Patriots. A former President of the South Brooklyn Camera Club, she now lives in Marine Park with her teenage son, three cats & a growing sense of Dread: Fuck Bloomberg III.

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