today, the first thing i saw around the corner from my house was this awesome lady waiting for the bus. gentrification is such a gnarly topic of discussion here. i feel like the area is about to explode with anger at all the condos going up but the the irony lies in the young transplants like myself who argue against the gentrification of "our neighborhood." the problem is none of us has a right to say. we all exploit the neighborhood and enjoy the perks that come with the "white-ing up" of this neighborhood. five years ago, my friend was mugged and pistol whipped in this area. now, we all stumble home black out drunk with iphones in our pockets.
after a nice saturday morning ride, dan hart and i ended up at the base of the brooklyn bridge where we stopped and rested amidst the future couples all suited up, stuffy and stiffly posing above the laid down photographers working overtime to get that right amount of majestic bridge in the background. it came as a shock that dan hart had never tasted the wonders of the brooklyn ice cream factory. we finished our chill down with a nice scoop of vanilla chocolate chunk. nothing like finishing a work out with some delicious milkfats.
i don't like mornings or mondays... i don't like mailmen... i just like lasagna. i really wish this fit.
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