Last night my sister-in-law checked into the Chateau de Ghetto Arms (the living room of my apartment). Her flight ran two hours late, so she did not get the full ‘Welcome to Greenpoint’ experience until today (when we went out). On the way to the subway she (we) saw:
- One drunk dude falling asleep against a pay phone on Manhattan Avenue
- Another drunk dude pissing on Kent Street
At 12:30 p.m. Not exactly the stuff one usually finds in rural Indiana (which is where she resides). The piece de resistance however was when we arrived home this afternoon and exited the Queens-bound platform (of the G) at India Street.
A little motivational material to kick off the morning commute…
with a little something especially for the ladies.
In Greenpoint ‘love’ is an equal opportunity thing… and there’s always plenty of it to go around.
Miss Heather