I’ve finally made it to my brother’s place in Brooklyn. It was touch and go to the finish. I got all the way to the apartment only to find that his roomate wasn’t home as promised. After a flurry of phone calls, it was discovered that he was on his way there, and showed up minutes later.
The crazy part was that, just by chance, it was a block party on their street. I was the only person who wasn’t Afican American. People were friendly and saying hello. So I calmed down and enjoyed watching the neighborhood party.
Ryan, Todd’s roomate, is cool. He got home and we smoked out. Need I say more. He took me to a sub stop and mugged me…..No, he helped me get a subway pass, and we got some food. He’s into CLassic Rock, especially Pink Floyd. So we had a lot to talk about.
My brother gets back tomorrow. He scheduled a wedding trip to Milwaukee without consulting me on when I was arriving……Nice.