brooklyn, jobs,strong drink.
so returning from europe we stop in nyc to stay with our cuz nick.mikes brother. mike left the next day. i met the neighboorhs ( my spelling is atrocious) we went to the mets game,i drank,smoked,laughed,cheered.all those good times.
got up the next day took the fung wah bus to boston. spent it with two friends attending harvard,who i need to write and congratulate for getting through the summers course of chemistry,studying for finals and still have enough time to spend with me eating cream puffs to die for and shakespear in the park.
so returning from the long weekend in boston,i hit nyc again.chill with the neighboorhs,go get coffee and start to kill some time before the mets game. nick bailed on the game,the cute little bartender brought me a free shot of what she just invented the night before,,pound cake. yeah it was good. then she suggested we start with whiskey,since im not going to the game now i might as well start drinking and meet some of her other friends at a bar that serves belgium beers round midnite.also offered me a job,damn thats twice this trip,barcelona and nyc. two cities that i absolutely love.but will have to consider for another time when im ready to make a change.
so i end up just spending the whole night at this coffee shop/bar. went to eat sushi with one of the other workers,alejandro from brazil.cool cat for sure.talked ate.went back to the fix and had one more drink. went home to meet nick,freshen up,then off to meet my new gang of friends for belgium beers....which i didnt really need by now,or the 3 makers on the rocks from the two bars that came next either.
met some hoods on the corner late night.shared their pipe,told stories,talked about the world,parted with hugs,handshakes and best wishes and i attempt to stumble home.
get this.... i get one block,seriously i could see the apt. ahead. one block away and i just got the worst feeling,like if i go home now i may puke,plus its a beautiful brooklyn morning at 4 am and im just not ready to go in on my last night in the city. so i sit,on the sidewalk against some unnamed business,which turns into lying down justifyed in my mind by " shit i slept on the streets of strange cities around the world i can handle brooklyn"
and i did.uneventful,not one person bothered me in my two hours of tounge out of my mouth looking like some drunk fool on the street,oh wait..um well anyway it was an expierence i will never forget,and can now brag about the night i slept wasted in the streets of brooklyn one block from the house. thanks to ill jill,alejandro and the rest of the group from the fix.best coffee shop in brooklyn. ill be back,with bells on. thanks new york.
got up the next day took the fung wah bus to boston. spent it with two friends attending harvard,who i need to write and congratulate for getting through the summers course of chemistry,studying for finals and still have enough time to spend with me eating cream puffs to die for and shakespear in the park.
so returning from the long weekend in boston,i hit nyc again.chill with the neighboorhs,go get coffee and start to kill some time before the mets game. nick bailed on the game,the cute little bartender brought me a free shot of what she just invented the night before,,pound cake. yeah it was good. then she suggested we start with whiskey,since im not going to the game now i might as well start drinking and meet some of her other friends at a bar that serves belgium beers round midnite.also offered me a job,damn thats twice this trip,barcelona and nyc. two cities that i absolutely love.but will have to consider for another time when im ready to make a change.
so i end up just spending the whole night at this coffee shop/bar. went to eat sushi with one of the other workers,alejandro from brazil.cool cat for sure.talked ate.went back to the fix and had one more drink. went home to meet nick,freshen up,then off to meet my new gang of friends for belgium beers....which i didnt really need by now,or the 3 makers on the rocks from the two bars that came next either.
met some hoods on the corner late night.shared their pipe,told stories,talked about the world,parted with hugs,handshakes and best wishes and i attempt to stumble home.
get this.... i get one block,seriously i could see the apt. ahead. one block away and i just got the worst feeling,like if i go home now i may puke,plus its a beautiful brooklyn morning at 4 am and im just not ready to go in on my last night in the city. so i sit,on the sidewalk against some unnamed business,which turns into lying down justifyed in my mind by " shit i slept on the streets of strange cities around the world i can handle brooklyn"
and i did.uneventful,not one person bothered me in my two hours of tounge out of my mouth looking like some drunk fool on the street,oh wait..um well anyway it was an expierence i will never forget,and can now brag about the night i slept wasted in the streets of brooklyn one block from the house. thanks to ill jill,alejandro and the rest of the group from the fix.best coffee shop in brooklyn. ill be back,with bells on. thanks new york.
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