Here is my new room in East Bushwick.
I'm reading The Diary of a Teenage Girl for the second time. It was the last book I read. It really speaks to me and that makes a lot of sense. I just listened to Fleetwood Mac's Tusk. It speaks to me and that makes a lot of sense.
After unsuccessfully attempting to break into the corporate world, I walked dogs in Park Slope for a few days at 10 dollars an hour - not nearly enough money to pay the rent, mind you. At first I considered it lucky that I was making any money at all until I realized that Park Slope is probably my worst nightmare ever. Possibly scarier than sharks and Cirque Du Soleil, or the combination of live sharks as part of a Cirque Du Soleil act. Is everyone fucking pregnant? To see so many people choosing to do something I completely disagree with really fucked with my senses. There were so many strollers and foreign nannies and cool tattooed dads and ikea furnished apartments and framed pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge at night that I started to question my place in the world.
So now I am unemployed and this morning I got to hear my downstairs neighbor yell at his roommate, "RESPECT MY SHIT!" This afternoon they asked me if I smoke. I clearly remember learning in college that they meant do I smoke weed. But for some reason I get confused and return to dork every time. So I proudly answered "Nope!" Then later on while a block party was going on a different neighbor called me over and told me that his nephew was lonely and sad and that I should talk to him. This nephew was about 16 or 17 years old and talking on his cell phone not at all paying attention. "Not old enough for you?" he asked. I laughed nervously and said "Uhhhh, yeah a little bit, man. I'm going to go drink this beer in my apartment now."
I am feeling quite entertained.
I have a lot of ideas and a comedy/tragedy project that will reveal itself in the coming days. Stay tuned. For now I am going to finish my beer on the stoop and try not to be noticed.
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