hiya, bush.

i just moved to bushwick. i would never bring my mother here. so far, inside, everything is pretty much still on the floor, and outside, most people don't pick up their dog shit. the other morning, i was walking to the train, and i passed a homeless guy on the street. the population was sparse out. three seconds later he goes 'hey!' i turned around. 'is that yours?' he pointed across the street, to a lavender balloon sleeping on the corner, under the rusted elevated j tracks. 'no, it's not.'

this bush, by the way, is located in midwood, where the houses have gardens. across the street from my apartment is another apartment with a bush just as green, but much more guarded. on the bush reads a home made sign: "be nice. just try it."

the only thing i have bought so far within a 5 block radius is a 1-dollar coconut slushy at the deli that smells like microwaved ham or other meats. the attendant's hair is thinning but he still uses gel, which accentuates the baldness as it dries. in front of this store i met the meanest looking pit bull, but then she wasn't. her owner named her 'canela,' like 'agua de....panela.....' i asked him if he was raising her to be sweet. he said yes.