My bags are unpacked and I’m ready to go
Yes, I haven’t been writing as much as I used to. No it’s not because I don’t want to. Yes it’s because I’m really busy, and yes it’s because I hate you.
I’ve been in the new place for about a month, I’m still learning the area, and recalling highschool spainish. It’s pretty neat here, I found my neighborhood bar, and I found other stuff like the supermarket and laundromat.
Today though, I finally did arrange my furniture, and I went through most of my books. I also picked up a much needed pair of sneakers, and a really cheap entertainment center (30 bucks and it fit in with the decorum, and more importantly the apartment)
With this being said, I can officially declare RFNYC’s base of operations completely set up.
So besides that, and stressing from work I haven’t been up to much. Umm, yeah… that’s it alright. Johnny D though has been having a much more eventful time.
For example he met the one and only MC Hammer. Now he’s summering in South Carolina.
Johnny has a problem. And I would like to address it here and now, while I can’t sleep. Johnny recently came back from Texas, and now he’s going back to the deep south. I would like to say this is his first few trips to where America’s red headed bastard children reside. But it’s not. Oh no it’s not.
I heard him whistling dixie, and when I went to his house the other day (not to visit his mother) on the front lawn there was a 1974 mustang on blocks, and a broken refridgerator. Johnny D, the same Johnny D I grew up with, and served time in Catholic school with has turned Confederate.
I hear the gasps coming now, but I’m sorry to be the one to report this to you. I’m sorry that our brave soldiers who died in the Civil War died for nothing because of Johnny D’s actions. There is only one thing we can do…
Kidnap him, beat the snot out of him, and then brain wash him so he can return to the nice Brooklyn italian guy we all know and love.
Sorry Johnny, it’s for your own good.
