This was late fall, we were walking back from Prospect Park. Not all of Brooklyn has gentrified. Some neighborhoods remain sketchy. As always, a single block is enough for a full transition from stuck up, I eat organic and go to art shows civilization to I eat when and what I can, and go to fights on the street, minimalist survival zone.
Who would want to rent anyway?
A shooting took place not far, the next morning
Yes, I do get visions of concentration camps – But, no, it’s just Brooklyn
Finally, some poetry
CHiPs – Ponch on the left, Jon on the right. Of course you had to be there.
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