I will never say “yes” to an invite for anything in Williamsburg. ever. please stop the invites to go out in that neighborhood. it ain’t happening. I will gladly respond with an “OOF. PASS” and be in bed.
And the average number of times you tell your mom life in New York is going “great” before breaking down in tears dropped to three.
It is not just a tragedy, but an outrage—and the blame rests not just on the shoulders of the mutants who pull the trigger, but also the NRA , gun obsessed zealots and Congressional Republicans," he said. "If the NRA wants to claim that the Constitution protects their ‘right to bear arms,’ then the only guns that should be legal are the muskets that Americans had in 1791 when the Second Amendment became law.
ATMOSPHERE Suitable for party people on their way to a Russian nightclub, weekend warriors just off a fishing boat and everyone in between.
I’m a strong believer in laziness as a spur for human growth and innovation, and getting on a train every time you wanted a box of spaghetti or a bottle of wine was a pain in the ass. We started buying our meat at Los Paisanos, a Sicilian meat market passing as Puerto Rican a few blocks west of us on Smith Street. It had just about every cut Dean & DeLuca had in Manhattan, but at half the price,7 and the butchers cut meat to order. We went to Russian nightclubs down in Brighton Beach and mobbed-up Italian restaurants in Williamsburg. We bought Polish sausages in Greenpoint and went to see Clarence Carter in Crown Heights, where we and our friends had the only white faces in the audience and — surprise, surprise — not only did nothing bad happen to us, but we made friends with the people around us. Now you can find “Brooklyn” anyplace in the country — in the world — where a low-rise, run-down old neighborhood has been colonized by the pickle makers and baristas, the craft shoe shiners and the mustachioed young butchers. I miss the old Brooklyn, the one nobody was paying any attention to. There’s a freedom in being ignored. Away from the spotlight, Brooklyn developed something that people want, and now they’re coming to take it away.
two months ago I was on this same bridge praying I’d be out of this fucking place fed up with the cards I’d been dealt. Now? Meh, I’ll stick around.