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While I have no hard data to support this claim, I'm absolutely certain this is the best rooftop in all of Bed Stuy. It's practically a wildlife refuge. 

I could not be more excited¹ by a spray-painted thing on the sidewalk. There's an Aphex Twin album scheduled to be released in September. No doubt this is foretelling the arrival of that. 

My 40 subjects' hair is laid like a technicolor monstrosity.

Sure, it's Fowl. But which? Is this thing not the same thing as the thing next to it, which is clearly marked Chicken?

A young man perches atop a building near the Myrtle JMZ stop.

This is not my hotel's sign glowing in the night. This is the hotel across the street's sign glowing in the night. I am at a budget hotel. There is no lighted sign on my hotel to glow in the night.  

My trip to New Jersey has had the intended effect. I took a moment for myself. I slept. I relaxed.

I'm on my way back to NYC now. I have a dinner meeting to get to at 5pm. 

Made it.

I drove through the night and arrived in Seaside Heights at 5:20am. I checked in to the hotel, unpacked the car, and was on the beach at 5:45am to see the sunrise nine minutes later. 

After dinner with Ma at Lulu's, where our waitress recognized me as a regular from my college days, and sorting through the client tasks that amassed while I was preoccupied with Life Itself, I began the drive back to NYC. 

Somewhere after 5pm, we got to see my dad. It looked like they'd cut his head off and reattached it using a staple gun. He was breathing through a tube through a gaping hole in whatever the name is for that divot of a place below your neck, between your clavicles.