On Friday, I went out to a TFA event at the Brooklyn brewery, and hung out with my PD and others. It was fun. Afterwards, we went and got pizza. I had to use the bathroom, but the pizza place didn’t have one, and neither did the neighboring bodega, but the one on the end of the block did. I exited that facility one cross-stitched rose richer, and by the end of the night my PD Kaycee was richer to that same extent.
Yesterday, I went to Queens to watch El Padrino with Dave. (The movie was great.) As I crossed the parking lot just across the street from his house, I saw a rolled-up rug just lying there. For no apparent reason, I picked it up and walked it across the street. As the back end hit the ground, I kept thinking it was probably a chopped-off arm being ground down. Instead, it was just the rug coming out the other end. Dave was quite surprised by my offering, which other than a few candy wrappers was in pretty good shape. We put it out on the balcony, and it’ll have to be cut in half, but will then cover its entire surface area. It’s very hookah-ish, which works out because that’s where Dave uses the hookah.
Quote from clockwork orange:
“Alex: And what will you do with the big, big, big money? Have you not everything you need? Have you not everything you need? If you need a motor car, you pluck it from the trees. If you need pretty polly, you take it.”
