Strolling through Bushwick on a crispy day.

After a crazy day at work. I would immediately rush home to my friend The Farmer. Or, he would rush me to get to Brooklyn. Our day usually would end at the same time. We would meet at his place. Or, at Heavywoods. When we stopped hanging around Manhattan. We needed a break. We chatContinueContinue reading “Strolling through Bushwick on a crispy day.”

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