I Am Not Fourteen.

[upendedurn]

Yesterday Christina and I walked around Astor Place, and she showed me St. Mark's, a bookstore well worthy of its reputation. She went to work and I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, then read some Hedges in Brooklyn Bridge Park, by the East River. When the sun disappeared again, I wandered up the hill into bougie Brooklyn Heights. I bought some

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[wonderdave]

I know it's not that helpful but www.couchsurfing.com Big Poppa E & Rhe both use it a lot. They seem to be pretty happy with the results.
Note unrelated to this blog- it's been nice looking at the blog of another poet on the road right now makes me feel a little less alone.
Best wishes. ~WD

[upendedurn]

Thanks, honey. It's more about the dis (however unintentional) than the lack of other spots to crash, though...

Word. I guess we'll always have each other!