I moved to Brooklyn, NYC 2 months ago. It was time for a change. I loved Lancaster and was happy and content there but needed to have more going on. More job opportunities, more chances to have adventures, a larger pool of interesting men, etc.
My faithful dog Sir Spencer Rooney and friend Kris moved with me.
Kris and I became friends working at the same restaurant. We have both travelled quite a bit, both lived abroad for a while. We share the same longing for adventure and better career-related opportunities. We both love Belgian White beer, ice skating and smoking cigarettes. He tolerates Spencer but "doesn't do dogs" which I find to be unconscionable. I snore and he sometimes wears earplugs so that he is able to sleep.
Spencer, Kris and I moved to Brooklyn into the tiniest efficiency apartment the world has ever known. Kris and I share bunk beds. Spencer's bed is located under the desk. This desk doubles as the media stand, table and occasional ironing board.
Since moving to New York City we have been arrested, mugged and lived through a two month rolling brown-out. We went without running water for 5 days. I inadvertantly hitch-hiked at 5 am and received a free ride from a cabbie who asked me out. I went out with the cabbie.
Kris learned the true meaning of the what it is to de-louse.
I have locked myself out of the apartment three times, once for 3 hours where I finally made it into the house by conning into our upstairs neighbor into letting me climb out their window, down the fire escape where I jimmied our windown open and climbed in.
Kris passed out on the street and came home with a chipped tooth.
Spencer eats chicken bones and donuts off the street and likes to chase the rats and feral cats.
More to come.
My faithful dog Sir Spencer Rooney and friend Kris moved with me.
Kris and I became friends working at the same restaurant. We have both travelled quite a bit, both lived abroad for a while. We share the same longing for adventure and better career-related opportunities. We both love Belgian White beer, ice skating and smoking cigarettes. He tolerates Spencer but "doesn't do dogs" which I find to be unconscionable. I snore and he sometimes wears earplugs so that he is able to sleep.
Spencer, Kris and I moved to Brooklyn into the tiniest efficiency apartment the world has ever known. Kris and I share bunk beds. Spencer's bed is located under the desk. This desk doubles as the media stand, table and occasional ironing board.
Since moving to New York City we have been arrested, mugged and lived through a two month rolling brown-out. We went without running water for 5 days. I inadvertantly hitch-hiked at 5 am and received a free ride from a cabbie who asked me out. I went out with the cabbie.
Kris learned the true meaning of the what it is to de-louse.
I have locked myself out of the apartment three times, once for 3 hours where I finally made it into the house by conning into our upstairs neighbor into letting me climb out their window, down the fire escape where I jimmied our windown open and climbed in.
Kris passed out on the street and came home with a chipped tooth.
Spencer eats chicken bones and donuts off the street and likes to chase the rats and feral cats.
More to come.
