it's no wisteria lane, y'all
my bedroom window faces the pretty trafficked street of clinton at 19th ave. earlier i was listening to springsteen's "born to run" on repeat and i glanced outside to see some older hippie gentleman saluting me across the street. one of my friends also mentioned that he's seen me changing on multiple occasions when he rides his bike past my house. free show, dudes. will you catch sight of me watching heroes on DVD? shaking cans of PBR around my room hopefully? donning my looney tunes nightshirt? at least i'm not like the dude two houses down. he closes his blinds but you can still see his silhouette powering through wii tennis and boxing.