Willy B | U Crazy

9:30 am, Williamsburg. Dealing with my usual lack of sleep. Embracing my slow and thoughtful treck from the boy’s house to Blue Bottle Coffee. Enjoying my iced Kyota blend, and day-dreaming about the whimsy and mayhem of my neighborhood.

Had a braised goat sandwich at Diner with one of my best peeps, and unknowingly watched a bank robbery across the street. Now I’m feeling silly, thinking back how “Catch him!” and “Ketchup!” sound all too similar from the mouth of a frantic Hasidic banker.

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