This is what the last full moon looked like in Greenpoint. It's not actually the last full moon for Greenpoint, but the last one I'll see living here. Prices are still rising and the young, white and trendful are slouching their skinny shoulders on more corners than I care to acknowledge. There are still not many people with different color skin around here. That's boring. The Polish are aplenty but moving back to Polandia because of the economy. It's nice to live in NYC for a while. Maybe someday I'll live here again or maybe the one partially blackish guy who lives down the street and who it seems, is a full time Basquiat impersonator, from the hair, clothes, staggering walk to the distant distant starry eyed stare, maybe he will invite me over tonight to draw crowns and childlike faces on his fairly new, remodeled kitchen cabinets, rent some Godard films, eat some hash, shoot some smack in American Apparel tank tops with intentional armpit stains, collect the insects lying in his dirty windowsill and sprinkle them on eachother hair like fairy dust in an impromtu marriage ceremony. Maybe then I would stay, assuming of course, he was really loaded.
toodles greenpoint, it's been realz.
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