Pete agreed to haul a load out of Brooklyn for me if I agreed to go rollerblading in Central Park. Things have gone downhill quite a bit since then. It already seems like it was long ago.
He almost never goes forward except in reverse.
Pete hates the cyclists… passionately.
(August 14)
I converted all the coffee grinds in my freezer into cold-brewed iced coffee
Prior to infinity, it said July 30. It is now September 15 and it’s not done yet.
They have arrived and are hiding among us in Williamsburg.
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.
(June 20) A few shots from the subway station, and people.
My back hurt, it was time to leave the Mermaid Parade.
Not the makeout tunnel, but it was today.
Sometimes I post the blurry ones because I like the way they look, sometimes because it’s all I have.
(June 13) Park Slope. I see gay people!
People were supposed to throw change into the flag.
I wish I could remember who these guys were.
The city wastes no time cleaning up. Traffic was right behind the street sweepers.