Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
I changed my mind about getting a bike this Friday. It wouldn't make sense to get one without bike buddies or the knowledge of knowing how to lock a bike.
Headed to San Francisco instead. Wine country, bike rides, and discotheque nights have been arranged.
Considered getting tourist guides to San Fran, but I rather hang with the locals. Sounds crazy: I will miss a few CMJ [part deuce] nights, but I will still be here for a few. Brooklyn Vegan blog fotographers - let's get ready for round two!