The Devil Draws: THE BROOKLYN SURVIVAL PACK
Recently, I’ve been fortunate enough to introduce some new New Yorkers to the bounty that is Brooklyn.
In doing so, I realized that a very important affectation every young buck in an urban setting should have is their Brooklyn Survival Pack. Can’t go wandering those streets without… MORE HERE!
Texas breaks it down. He was a very valuable friend when I first moved to the mean streets of Bushwick (?) and continues to carry his worth now that I’m settled in cozy Greenpoint.
I don’t think non-NYC people understand just how much crap we’ve gotta carry on the regular. It’s something I’m still trying to convince my newbie roommates of when they go to leave the house carrying only a small handbag. PSHYUHRIGHT.
© David Perezcassar, 2012
This piece makes more sense every day. That false sense of security in nostalgia, etc.. Now where did I put those time machine plans?
Texas is pretty boss at making things and making sense.
GPOY. My friend Texas made this.
Here is something my friend Texas made. It’s me being a douchebag. (Secret: I am not actually sorry in it.)
One of my new favorite Internet games as of late is one I call First Caption. In it, I scour (or stumble) Pintrest for a mondo-ridic photo and ping a handful of G-chat contacts with the link, asking for his or her first caption. Here’s what I got for today:
Adam: “three things i love, burritos, cinnamon donuts, and women… in that order.”
Andrea: “Hahaha. Her head looks like it’s in a furry sushi roll”
Chris: “Worst Dune costume ever.”
Haley: “bronze-faced fur burrito”
Texas: “burrito chic!”
I cannot be happier that food came to almost all’s minds.