slopies
i need opinions-tell me what you think of my intro for my place piece if you were a 9th grade veteran of park slope <333
"Park Slope was more than a place, it was a way of life. It came with a neighborhood perimiter that stretched from Flatbush to 15th street, but would sometimes go until Prospect Ave horizontally, and vertically as far in the park as you dared go, straight down to 5th ave. These weren’t city limits, they were our lines. In all technicallities Park Slope started at the Q on Flatbush and 7th and ended at the F on 15th and the Park and from the Park to 3rd Ave. Kids in Park Slope had a reputation for being the stoned and drunk kids of the brownstone-owning yuppies that resided there and shopped at Union Market and the botiques on 5th ave. But I only ever knew one or two people who owned a whole brownstone, everyone shopped at Key Foods, and the only shop on 5th Ave I ever went in was Beacon's Closet-a second hand store. The term Slopie never constituted where you lived, just where you hung out-and we never left. We came from all over, that 9th grade year, a melting pot of Slope residents, Carrol Gardens, Cobble Hill, South Slope, Dark Slope, Fort Green, even Manhatten, and for me-Windsor Terrace. We were a breed of teenagers that bought their weed on St. Marks and 6th Ave, their alcohol from 5th and 5th or Mike’s, smoked and drank on the hill or at the log or the back and side of 321, bought their pizza at Pinos, hooked up on the front playground of 321 or the bedrooms of their friends, and the heart of their stomping grounds only reached from 1st street to 3rd street. Stoners, Drunkards, Ghetto, Hippy, Emo, Punk-we were hybrids and young and dumb, but they were the best and most carefree days of our lives."
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"Park Slope was more than a place, it was a way of life. It came with a neighborhood perimiter that stretched from Flatbush to 15th street, but would sometimes go until Prospect Ave horizontally, and vertically as far in the park as you dared go, straight down to 5th ave. These weren’t city limits, they were our lines. In all technicallities Park Slope started at the Q on Flatbush and 7th and ended at the F on 15th and the Park and from the Park to 3rd Ave. Kids in Park Slope had a reputation for being the stoned and drunk kids of the brownstone-owning yuppies that resided there and shopped at Union Market and the botiques on 5th ave. But I only ever knew one or two people who owned a whole brownstone, everyone shopped at Key Foods, and the only shop on 5th Ave I ever went in was Beacon's Closet-a second hand store. The term Slopie never constituted where you lived, just where you hung out-and we never left. We came from all over, that 9th grade year, a melting pot of Slope residents, Carrol Gardens, Cobble Hill, South Slope, Dark Slope, Fort Green, even Manhatten, and for me-Windsor Terrace. We were a breed of teenagers that bought their weed on St. Marks and 6th Ave, their alcohol from 5th and 5th or Mike’s, smoked and drank on the hill or at the log or the back and side of 321, bought their pizza at Pinos, hooked up on the front playground of 321 or the bedrooms of their friends, and the heart of their stomping grounds only reached from 1st street to 3rd street. Stoners, Drunkards, Ghetto, Hippy, Emo, Punk-we were hybrids and young and dumb, but they were the best and most carefree days of our lives."
lots to write about later...umm yes...FEEDBACK!