Climbing the steps leading out of the 1st avenue station, I was thinking about how anyone who isn’t Pro-Palestine has got to be a fascist, when a guy came around me. “Move faster, bro! I got somewhere to be.” “Just go around, dude.” “You’re too slow!” “Take it easy, man.” “You take it easy, faggot!” You have to be really coked out to think I walk too slow….
Pour the water over the coffee grounds, sweep the throw rug in my room, in my library, in the common area, swiffer the hardwood floors, put the dry silverware away, wash the plates and dishes from last week, run the trash bags down the stairs to the bins outside the building…
RARE 4.8 MAGNITUDE QUAKE RATTLES NORTHEAST. At first, I thought it was the wind. Here at the frontier of Brooklyn and Queens, the winds from the lowlands hit the apartment building pretty hard. When the furniture wouldn’t stop vibrating, I thought it must have been construction, like a very powerful jackhammer. The cats were completely unfazed, and if they’re not worried, I’m not worried.