1 year ago
A "fine" place to live
After a year in Flatbush, Brooklyn, I've determined my apartment is "fine." A place for me to leave my books and cook rice and beans and own a pet turtle named Zoltar. They best part is easily the fact that no matter how hard I try to make it look it nice, it only ever ends up looking "fine", which has some level of cosmic significance I'm pretty sure. Like a life lesson type deal or somesuch.