After weeks of denial about the pending festivities, I've finally given in to the holiday spirit.
I ventured through the Union Square holiday market, in search of a replacement for my ugly hat. That hat was my companion almost everyday during these Brooklyn days... oh well.
One another occasion after walking into the Starbuck in Union Sq, I ran into this guy:
He was honest. His message was true and we had an elaborate discussion about how he was faring out in the cold asking for money for his weed, whether or not he was aiming for a dime or a dub, where he makes his purchases and so many other fun things...even shopping was something quick and easy to deal with this time around :)
and there was the good deed of the day: Some ghetto chick on her way to Hicksville (also my destination) at the East New York station was about to miss the train b/c there was a line to use the one (and only) functioning MTA vending machine at the station platform. I had just bought a roundtrip ticket, and split the bill and the ticket with her so she wouldn't miss her train.
Now i can get a taste of suburbia during my holiday stay at the parents. Lawngguyland.
Ohh and in case you haven't already, watch Jersey Shore. This is televised nostalgia. Not so much because I was a guido, but because they are such a LI/Staten Island/NJ cliche.
Snookie got punched in the face!!!
3 comments:
Die ugly hat, die
Die ugly hat, die
What's with the hate on that hat. I thought you liked my elfin appeal in that hat.
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