I’m kind of tired about talking about myself, although, I do feel it necessary and sometimes inevitable for introductary means.

Bushwick.  I live in Bushwick, now.  I’m still in the process of getting to know Bushwick.  Like Harlem, it is dangerously close to the city, but the part of Bushwick that I live in is not yet heavily gentrified, but still a few hip-shits have been slipping into the cracks of this double edged sword of a melting pot.

My mind leaps to the train station.  At a dead end, it’s beautiful and hovers over the cemetary.  Vines, ever so lovely, that probably creeped from the cemetary edge, are scattered on the ceilings of the Canarsie bound level.  The L train, always temperature controlled and for the most part on time, runs frequently and smoothely, obstructing a most beautiful and green view.

My own block has approximately two trees.  I’m too bothered by this to actually check. There have been a few shootings close to the vincinity of my ‘hood, since I’ve considered moving here.

Often, someone hits on me as I walk to the train that is three blocks away from my apartment.

(Example: There was a man next door who spent his free time staring out his window.  Each time I went to the store he tried to hit on me.  I really don’t get it, ‘cause I dress nothing like a girl who one would presume bends backwards to get hit on and a couple of days go on a fellating spree.)

When lying on my loft bed, one can see the orange reflection of sunset and harsh shadows driving away, uncensored by tall buildings, as most buildings don’t exceed three floors.  Look outside, and you’ll see people some guys chillin’ on the stoop, legs open at 140 degree angles, long arms resting on their legs, fore arms hanging off talking about absolutely nothing.  You know?  The same thing you talk about to your friend.

Keep walking and you’ll hit a bodega, or two, or three, maybe four while walking to the train.  A Family Dollar, that I frequent too much, is up the block as well as El Pino, a hispanic owned and run restaraunt.  Slamming.  Just as I thought.  Each server had a distinct vibe that is appreciable as a whole.

This is at a broad, first glance.