due to certain circumstances that I won’t go into at this particular juncture, I am currently residing in the rather baron wilderness that is Red Hook [Brooklyn].

so let me begin by saying that I grew up in a neighborhood in England that was far from affluent, but nothing prepared me for the littered streets, the cursing women and half-drunk thirty- somethings persistently requesting 25c handouts that I am now a part of.

what’s really nice about this place is the lack of common-area air conditioning… quite lovely to come home to after walking for 8 blocks, dodging bullets and cherry bombs. therefore, as you can imagine, to not have to swim in my own sweat, I can’t sit in the living room for long periods of time - stuck in my room [for the most part] counting how many Honda Civics I can spot with their original wheels [fun game!] through my window… which is barred.

ah, it’s my little piece of heaven, just as long as I remember to wear my glass-proof forehead when I venture outdoors.