06.01.09 :: 8:16 am
Last night's promise of an early bedtime was marred by the implausibly loud party taking place on a precariously built deck next door, complete with makeshift see-saw (!) and screeching children.
I stuck my head out and told them to pipe the fuck down and mercifully, all was peaceful again until an hour later.
Have they changed the flight path for JFK and/or LaGuardia? Every four minutes a jet engine would roar directly above our bed.
I love Brooklyn I love this neighborhood.
I only speak the truth.
And one last thing? We have to get out of this location but especially before this monstrosity of a cultural black hole gets built.