new york
Plus ça change…
I arrived early to New York — 40 minutes early. Thank you, jetBlue. Then that 40 minutes was negated (and then some) by the E-train not working. I had to take a cramped shuttle through insular Jamaica. Walking up the steps at the 14th street station was a non-event — everything smelled familiar and […]
Quedate en New York
In 30 hours, the previous 30 months of estrangement will come to an end. I am going back to visit the city that I was supposed to never leave, the city that still contains a lot of my happiest memories and my closest friends. I haven’t visited sooner for no other reason than that I […]
Home (away from home)
All that Google Mapping last night made me quite nostalgic. And a bit depressed.
This is where I was mugged, in Bed-Stuy, in Brooklyn. The tan townhouse, in the little front stoop area.
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This is where the handlebars fell of my bicycle, I hit a car head on, and flipped into the road, and […]
72 degrees, 72 miles per hour
It was one of those nights that convertibles were ostensibly purchased for, so I put the roof down as I turned the ignition and headed for home on the ass-opposite end of town, leaving the house of a friend. Not just any friend, but the only one I’ve truly made since I moved back […]
The morning after
It’s amazing how much energy you invest into something you don’t even believe in — that was the last 4 or 5 months for me. I need to get back to New York — I haven’t been happy more than a day or two in a row since I left 2 years ago. […]