Thoughts while cleaning my room after a two-drink lunch
by Adam | Thursday 25 March 2010
Some storefronts on my new block: Bail bonds (two), attorney's offices (two), French restaurant, science lab for children, paper store, Halal meat shop, printing press, soul food to go, toy store, cooking class kitchen, nail salon, fine arts gallery, Vietnamese sandwich shop.
From the roof: church spires, public schools, one with a cased-in basketball court on the roof. A detention facility. Luxury highrises. Water-towered building tops. The Gowanus projects. The Verrazano Bridge. Weird.
I no longer use my bed frame and the ceilings in my new apartment are about three feet higher than my last place. Reclining on the bed has a miniaturizing effect. I feel like a small child. One still lousy at cleaning his room.
The title song from Al Green's last album has just popped on my shuffle. If you haven't heard it, listen below. Enjoy it. I want you to play this song the next time you're having quality time with your boo...at about the three-minute mark I want you to give her/his booty a little slap and I want you to whisper that Chandler says hi.
This makes no sense. Back to work.