We (the In the ‘Wood creators) wanted you to get to know our residents a little better. So we asked them to tell you about themselves!
Chris O’Brien
Hey, I’m Chris O’Brien, but most everybody calls me “Obie”. Not like the British dude from the Star Wars flicks, just O and B. How is that so hard? Anyway, I was born and raised here, been a cop, going on 8 years now. I just turned 33, same age as Christ when he died, and I think he may of got off easy. I feel like I get crucified everyday. The job, my friends, family, and the neighborhood. I guess it’s really all the same. I’m not trying to sound like one of those martyrs. I choose to stay. Sometimes I want to go live in the places that a lot of these new folks to the neighborhood come from. Then I think living in Indiana or Maryland or wherever the hell these people migrate from would probably put me in a rubber room. I guess I understand why they come. It just is what it is. There are just certain things you to learn to live with when you born and raised in Inwood, it comes with the 10034 zip code.
Jody and Trevor Smithson
We’re new to the neighborhood. But we just love it. Isn’t that right, honey? Honey? Oh sorry. Trevor doesn’t talk a lot. He’s been so distracted with work. But yes, Inwood. It’s such a find. I mean when we got married, we really had to think about where we’d live and Trevor works in advertising so he’s downtown so often and I work, oh well, I supposed technically used to work on wall street. And when we found out I was pregnant with Brooklyn things just fell into place. And so here we are! Inwood. It’s so rustic. I mean, for New York.
Yaris Cabrera
I’m not Jenny from the block or your hootchie or “Mira, mami, mira” or your feisty Latina chica whatever you think, so don’t bring that in here. I don’t have time for it. I got classes, I got work, I got a boyfriend so I don’t have time for you. You can take that back on the subway and express your way downtown to throw it at some other girl. A’ight? Thank you.
George Kalowski
I grew up in Inwood. I live up on Park Terrace East with my father. He’s a cop. I wait tables. But none of this defines me. You want to know who I am? Come to karaoke night and watch me sing. I’m George Kazlowski. I’m not anybody’s little monkey.