I’ve been in Vermont for the past four days, vacationing. This entails a lot of efforts made at keeping my friend’s backyard from up and floating into space and shit like that. I accomplish this feat by sitting in a lawn chair, high off my gizzard, appreciating the birds and the green shit that sprouts out of the ground. There’s no bass-thumping cars, fire trucks, buses or crazy loud drunk people. Brooklyn is never able to be this quiet.

I’m drinking Pabst out of a can and my friend’s hound is howling at the neighbor’s car. I’m sitting in a white plastic chair with my laptop and the mosquitoes have not yet found me. There’s a couch made out of grass to my right. I’d sit in it, but there’s these funky white spiders that I’d rather not have crawling on me.

Tomorrow morning, I have to fly back to New York City.

Photos that I’ve taken so far can be seen here.