this was number one: riding the cyclone at coney island. my first rollercoaster ride ever, and what a clacking, clanking ride it was. the fright being less in the steeps and plunges and more in the thought that it might finally break.
and funnel cake.
pizza for like every meal.
sock vendors.
finding stores to sell my line to.
scheming.
walking way too far in bad shoes. buying new shoes and praising them, naming their color fawn or butterscotch or caramel.
on sunday andy drove us through williamsburg, like touring a hipster game preserve. all the animals placed in habitat specially suited to make them thrive, just a bit too well-suited to be natural. horrible and fascinating. my significant ex-friend lives there, and oh it only fits.