It's been almost a year since i moved into my windowless room in bed-stuy. For those of you who don't know bed-stuy, My land lord gave me a great quote to some up the hood. When i asked him if Bed-Stuy was safe he said "well it ain't SoHo". Within a year I would see cops kick down my front door, a fourteen year old gangster shot to death and a crack head offer to suck my dick for two dollars. As I unpacked my few belongings from my friend Marines trunk one of the neighborhood homies walked up to me and said this "Hey dude, I just wanted to let you know, your not the only white guy who lives here. Their is another white guy named Steve he lives two blocks down in the blue apartments building on the 3rd floor, I've also seen this one Irish woman who lives down on Tompkins street maybe you could meet them and be friends" I told him thanks, and realized despite my Obama T-shirt i was still just another out of place white guy in a black neighborhood. I found it strange that he kept track of all the white people in area, down to what floor they lived on. Too say my room mates were an odd couple is an understatement. I had a the center room between a gay karate instructor and the worlds angriest black man with OCD. It was a match made in craigslist heaven. I had no windows, no bed and no idea what i was doing with my life, but none of this mattered because I was in the greatest city in the world with two left behind Bud Lite's in my mini fridge .
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My First Day in Brooklyn, aka Welcome to Bed-Stuy BITCH!
It's been almost a year since i moved into my windowless room in bed-stuy. For those of you who don't know bed-stuy, My land lord gave me a great quote to some up the hood. When i asked him if Bed-Stuy was safe he said "well it ain't SoHo". Within a year I would see cops kick down my front door, a fourteen year old gangster shot to death and a crack head offer to suck my dick for two dollars. As I unpacked my few belongings from my friend Marines trunk one of the neighborhood homies walked up to me and said this "Hey dude, I just wanted to let you know, your not the only white guy who lives here. Their is another white guy named Steve he lives two blocks down in the blue apartments building on the 3rd floor, I've also seen this one Irish woman who lives down on Tompkins street maybe you could meet them and be friends" I told him thanks, and realized despite my Obama T-shirt i was still just another out of place white guy in a black neighborhood. I found it strange that he kept track of all the white people in area, down to what floor they lived on. Too say my room mates were an odd couple is an understatement. I had a the center room between a gay karate instructor and the worlds angriest black man with OCD. It was a match made in craigslist heaven. I had no windows, no bed and no idea what i was doing with my life, but none of this mattered because I was in the greatest city in the world with two left behind Bud Lite's in my mini fridge .
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