listening & watching children play
hipsters on bikes
smelling freshly burnt pot waft down the street
it is slightly windy
the sun hits magic johnson's building bouncing around all boogie woogie style (truly ugly building)
there is a man arguing with another man about dog poop & a woman in a mini-van parked in front of my apartment complaining, "i have not been this broke in a long time. i mean like, broke."
i am not going to miss greenpoint much
- not much at all . . .