
Don’t look surprised kitteh, It’s officially our last night in Brooklyn. Tomorrow I return to the “island.” No more will I awake to the sound of birds singing (this happens starting at 5:30am, so I’m ok with this.) No longer will I be stuck in a 4 block radius on the weekend. And from now on, I will be known as “Mr. Downtown.” Ok, not really. But here are some more things I’ll miss- for all of you who fear leaving Manhattan this is your intro to Northern Brooklyn aka Greenpoint.
Good Bye Garden- your prices weren’t the most thrilling, but you always made me feel like I lived in a real neighborhood with your fancy produce and gross raw tea drinks that I loved so much.

Good Bye video store. I got rid of Netflix and agreed to paying your hefty late fees all because I liked you guys. No matter that I could have bought most the movies I rented from you given the fees I paid for each.

Good Bye Best Thai food in Northern Brooklyn. What’s that you say? “Thai Cafe rocks.” Hardly, young foolish person. Ott is the bomb. Naughty Nature should have written “You down with O-t-t?” and I would have yelled back “yeah…oh yeah, you know me.”

Good bye meat markets. I didn’t really go to you guys much, but when I did, you smelled like smoked meat and…smoked meat. You were certainly a sight to see.

Good Bye Rock-a-billy barber. You’re cool. I’ll miss our conversations about girls with “tig old bitties” and the “loser douchebags” who were moving into our area. Your poignant rant about guys with curly mustaches was right on the money and I hope if you ever move back to Arizona, you remember your time in New York as one that was filled with frustration and bluegrass music. PS. they also do car detailing by request.

My street in the spring. From the drunk polish retiree’s to the kids smoking blunts on their stoops, you rocked India St. Good Bye…

My building, uh, no you were gross and should be burned to the ground. I was somewhat into the fact that Mae West apparently lived here, but as a whole, you caused me sleepless nights and loss of furniture for reasons I choose not to elaborate on. Google it..

Well that does it. I’m outta here. Goodbye Brooklyn. Peace bitches!