We used to live on the second floor of a quaint brownstone building in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn. Then we lived in a loft on Seigel st. Now we live on the third floor of a tenement building in Bushwick. RIP Fried Dumpling.
Also, I finally got surgery on my wrist. After five months of bullshit and physical therapy, my orthopedic surgeon decided it might be time to get serious. My bitch cartilage was torn up, so they trimmed the shredded part off. I'm healin'. The only bummer is the scars won't be so cool and I can't ride my bike. I gotta get serious about makin' Dan tune-up the tandem so my menz can take me out on it.