here is what i am writing about

I am 24 years old and I live in East Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The other day my roommate Victor and I decided to enjoy the hot weather with a six pack in a shoppingbag with ice. I had the brilliant idea of drinking it in a park while pretending to play checkers with pocket change. As it turned out, neither of us knew how to play checkers. Two cops walked past us once, circled back and asked us if we were drinking. We both said yes, they asked for ids, they started writing tickets. They gave us the tickets and said some dumb shit about drinking in a park with children around and then one of them asked what kind of beer we were drinking. We told him it was moo thunder. He said it looked interesting. Now we both have to mail in $25 or appear in court.

When I first moved to Brooklyn last October there was this crazy guy who lived in our loft. He told me that there is about a six month period when you first move to the city that you are fresh. New York loves new people, and for that long you are one of them. As it turns out, that guy was 50 and a hasbeen bridge player who was not good at paying rent. He no longer lives here and has yet to return for his schwinn sting ray as promised. Still for some reason I like to think that what he said is true and that somehow that cop was making my residency official.

I have decided to start writing a blog to tell my stories. I have a lot of them I guess. Some are about today and some are about yesterday. You will probably not read them, but I have decided that I am a good person and that I deserve to be happy. This is why I think that.