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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(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.
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(July 26) I decided at long last it was time to go see Prospect Park, as a possible place to rollerblade. In the end I don’t think I got a really good look at it. I got dizzy, felt sick to my stomach, and thought I was going to pass out trying to blade to the top of the eastern side of the street that circles inside the park. That was a first.
This was the evening before. It struck me that this part of Brooklyn
has a suburban downtown feel to it
Past 5th Ave (above), and further northeast until I reached
Grand Army Plaza at the entrance to Prospect Park
Grand Army Plaza, across from the park’s entrance
Unlike Central Park in Manhattan, Prospect Park is a family-oriented park
I thought this was quite a sight
Feeling ill, as I was, I failed to notice the sculpture until just now;
actually I noticed, but failed to comprehend at the time
Another unexpected mosiac
I also failed to notice the interestingly painted building
to the right of the Tea Lounge
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