Only in Brooklyn

Things are moving along with the book, very exciting stuff. I predict March 23rd’s The Hive will have a pretty big announcement attached to it.

Anyway, trying to have some fun today with a little piece I’d like to call “Only in Brooklyn”. You see, I haven’t dug through the photos in awhile and there are so many good ones that I should share with you all so I picked out a couple that seem to frame events and situations that can only happen in Brooklyn. For instance…

Only in Brooklyn can ten year-old kids escape from hospitals and hide out in your house:


Only in Brooklyn can a kid be sitting in a plastic pool situated in his gated, concrete front yard:


Only in Brooklyn can a baseball fan through like this and wonder why he wasn’t the starting catcher:


Only in Brooklyn can a kid nonchalantly show off the smallest bowling trophy in recorded history while standing in front of 99% of the paneling produced in 1989:


Only in Brooklyn can one’s grandfather take his Birthday present for a spin in front of the neighborhood garbage dump:


Only in Brooklyn…well…you can say something about anyone in this picture, really:


Only in Brooklyn are children so happy to share GI Joes:


Only in Brooklyn can your prom picture be taken in front of a paint-chipped stoop:


Only in Brooklyn can a Moose roam free:

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24 was good tonight, by the way. No complaints – a fun hour of television. It would have been more fun of the attack was with mustard gas, though. See – mustard gas doesn’t kill you usually – it just peels your fucking skin off and leaves you in agonizing pain for days. When it does kill you it’s only because you breathe in enough vapor to burn the inside of your lungs. Let me tell you something – I know what a lot of chemicals and diseases can do to you – there’s nothing worse than getting sprayed with mustard. That and radionuclide poisoning are the two worst ways you can possibly die.

Well, on that note, have a nice day.

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