This is a series of posters plastered on the blocks surrounding Fort Greene Park in my neighborhood (Fort Greene, Brooklyn).
I saw them on an early evening walk tonight. There were at least five more versions, but these were my favorites.
“Take me: Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure my time.”
“Take me: Neither you nor I are ready to meet.”
“Take me: The first time I didn’t know you. The second time I did.”
I’m writing this on a friend’s computer in Phoenix, Arizona. Joy, one of my best friends has lived here for 7 years, and we had an epic party last night to celebrate her birthday. It’s the first time I’ve come to visit her, and I feel terrible that it’s taken me this long. After having moved to New York City in December 2006, I better appreciate how much it means to have your core friends meet your new friends and to see what your new life looks like.
In addition to being one of my closest friends on the planet, Joy and I share something else. We have a healthy appreciation for the humor and the spectacle that is Tucker Max. In the beginning of 2006, when his book “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell” came out, it quickly became a bestseller, partly in thanks to the robust community of fans of his website, where he first began publishing his short stories. Continue reading
Click here for Part 1 of Black Hair, Revisited.
During the first few weeks after my office moved from Midtown East to Times Square, I kept my eyes peeled for every new sight, and smelled every new smell. There was Bryant Park with its huge lawn to relax on, the bright lights late at night in the Square and all the tourists milling about at all times, making it difficult to grab a bit for lunch.
One day, when I was walking to Bryant Park to enjoy some time away from my desk, I looked over and saw what was surely a hole-in-the-wall Dominican salon. It had all the markers: a row of chairs with the stuffing falling out of the plastic seats, each supporting the ass of a woman who’s been waiting too long just to get her hair done. Some of those women were chatting away on Sidekicks, some were eating beans and rice from a Styrofoam container picked up at the bodega next store. Continue reading