August 31, 2010

(August 3) I find myself now, back in Port Jefferson, with just one room, and most of my belongings in boxes in Ronkonkoma. I’m not entirely clear when either of those things is going to change. I don’t remember Port Jefferson being full of douchebags, but people yell dumb shit at me from cars constantly. “Hey asshole, I’m in a car!” Apparently they criminalized walking and cycling while I was in Brooklyn. Who knew?

At first it seemed as if time had been rolled back five years. But alas, no Billy.

I have strong memories of blading down Stony Hill Road backward, with Billy. Just as Billy is no more, so are my days of backward-blading.