Brooklyn, New York never fails to make me feel more welcome than my own home town. For several years it has always been so inviting with its lather of culture and season. I don’t have any readings tonight. I just want to hang back, drink $1.50 twenty-two ounce beers and eat gigantic pizza till I explode! With Chet, a friend I grew up with in Kentucky, now a working Artists in the city, in his apartment we begin with sharing a six-pack of bottled Brooklyn Lager beer with his roommate and cousin, Marc. This is the first beer I tell anyone I’ve drank and actually liked for the first time. In the Brooklyn brewery! We spend most of our time relaxing, drinking, watching Marc go insane over not being able to afford to buy the newly released Call of Duty.
“I got to have it!” He says. “I will sell everything in this apartment if I have to, to get it.” He goes to his room with a lit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth were he snaps photos of DVD’s, an HD Player and an iPhone to post online.
Soon enough we go out for Anna Maria’s pizza. Anna Maria’s Pizza is the only Pizzeria Jesus goes out to eat the New York style pie. It’s so good! Chet and I have a beer at a bar called Lucky Dogs. It’s dead everywhere tonight. We go home and he works on projects for work while I watch a flick on AMC. So glad to be here. Hopefully people like my work. My first reading is at Spike Hill tomorrow night.