Today was my first full day as a resident of Brooklyn. It was nuts. Not only was today Labor Day, it was also the West Indian Day Carnival and parade. It's a big deal in Brooklyn, and the streets were flooded with people. Some were dressed in elaborate costumes which resembled the outfits of Vegas show girls. Sequined bikinis, outlandish head dresses. Mostly, the people out in the streets wore colors and flags to represent the Afro-Caribbean culture. I spent most of the day in search of fried chicken. Call it a race thing, but I thought there would be fried chicken available at every corner. Not true. It seems that the most popular stop for chicken is Popeye's. I basically moved to New York so I wouldn't have to eat at chains. So I stopped at a grungy little take-out place and got fried chicken. There weren't many people in there, so I need to do some more research and find the fried chicken that will truly satisfy me.
I've visited the liquor store twice in the last day and a half. You walk in and find yourself in a 8x6 ft. area completely surrounded by bullet proof glass. There's a team of Asian men behind the glass, and behind them are the shelves filled with all your favorite alcohol. You shout at them through a small window, and they get your beverage.
Parking is a son of a bitch. I have a car for the week, then I return it to the folks at home in New Hampshire. It's a Jeep Liberty, and it feels like I'm driving an ocean liner. After an extensive search for a parking spot on the correct side of the road, I parked the tank 1.2 miles away.
To do:
Make house a home
Get a job
Don't get murdered
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