Here we have my room, just as I left it, this picture taken literally as I was walking out the door to Newark Airport. Stuff upon stuff. Crap upon crap. An aloe plant that I'm taking out my life's frustrations on by killing slowly through exposure and dehydration. Abandoned artworks. My expansive wardrobe. I just noticed I left a half-drank Grolsch on the shelf in the bottom left there. That's gonna reek in two weeks. But wait, I can eliminate the stench with the can of Lysol on the right. The cycle of life continues.
Ugh. I can smell this picture just by looking at it. I pass this nightmare almost everyday of my life. The newspaper and periodical distribution units filled with chicken bones and styrofoam. The obsolete public phone that I've only seen beaten upon. The violation-ripe bakery some thug was shot outside of, wandered into, and died. The NYU condos lurking in the distance. Not to mention the current temperature here is akin to sitting in a hot 1982 Chevy Celebrity Station Wagon, with the windows barely cracked, while being panted on by the family dog. Ugh.
Goodbye rampaging dumptrucks! So long black trash bag pyramids and the miserable whiffs you bequeath! To the random come-from-nowhere street parades, car stereo whomp-whomp, knucklehead pitbulls, and the good-for-nothing 90th precinct: Get Bent! I'm outta here you jerks! See you in two weeks! The time has come for my return...
...my return...
...to Aquavit City.
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