Take the Q Train

Last night I ventured to the Upper West Side to visit a friend. I take the Q train from Parkside Ave. to 42nd St, and the A from there to 168th st. The trip totals an hour minimum, not including wait and walking time. This New Hampshirite isn't used to traveling an hour to see a friend on a weeknight. The trip on the Q train is fairly short and travels over the East River, giving you a solid view of the skyline and Statue of Liberty.

On the train ride back that night, me and Greenbean ran into a friend from high school. She makes legit pot food for a means of income. More on that later.

I spent the majority of that day looking for work. Slaving over craigslist, sorting through postings, sending out an endless number of emails which will likely yield no response. Craigslist is for old couches and weird sex, not for planning a career. I skim right by the majority of job posts because things like "dishwasher" and "call center" seem beneath me. And yet, here I am looking for work on a filthy internet garage sale.

Moe and I biked through Prospect Park. It was enjoyable. Trees, breeze, steez.

We've added a member to our crew: a fat orange cat, Biggie. Moe found it on craigslist, apparently the cat was met with hostility from the owner's dog. He's pretty chill. A completely new environment didn't seem to faze him.