Strangers in the Snow: Brief E-mail tale from my publicist, Floyd Hayes, after he got lost in Brooklyn, New York
Sent: 11 December 2014 15:10:47
To: David J Roger (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Hey, interesting day yesterday.
Horrid snow. I was feeling rundown and know by now that the best way to get energy back up is a long walk.
So, taking inspiration from your harbor walks, I wrapped up and headed out. The plan: walk to Bushwick and photograph the street art there.
I walked down a street I don’t normally stroll. And there on the corner was a store called “twenty sided store” – a specialist role playing game shop!
In I go…
Bear in mind it’s a nasty Wednesday afternoon at the unfashionable end of the neighborhood…
The place had a nice buzz. About 6 women in there, all a bit nerdy and kinda hot ….
Interesting. I told the woman at the counter about you and picked up a card, she wanted to know if you had PDFs of YD….I’ll pass on her details and you can follow-up if you wish:
I pursue the esoteric items, Cthulhu game cards pick my attention….
Back out into the snow. About a 4 mile walk and I’m in Bushwick. All warehouses and graffiti…there’s a ton of art studios tucked in between the sheet metal works and furniture repair places. An art festival had taken place this summer and the murals were still everywhere. I take so many pictures my phone died.
There goes my map!
Ok, time to walk back then….of course I pass a pub. In I go to get warm and swallow a pint or two. Inside the whole place had a kind of steampunk nautical theme….Cthulhu all over the place :) so I raise a glass to you and try not to stare at the gorgeous 20-something at the bar with her male friend….
I leave after 3 pints, much cheered. Then I realize I’m totally lost. No map. Shit. Ok. Just walk. I end up absolutely miles away and the snow getting worse, it’s getting dark. Fuck. A private cab sidles up…”need a lift” hell yes. Thanks. We drive back to Williamsburg , I was so far out the way it made me smile. To get lost in the modern world is a strange and not altogether unpleasant feeling.
A small tale but thought I’d share it.
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