Saturday, August 30, 2003

70 Wyckoff Avenue, Apartment 2A in Bushwick, Brooklyn



First dinner with company in the new apartment. (Jono, Anna Mack, me, Leah is taking the photo).

This apartment was a nice place, maybe 800-900 square feet with twelve-foot ceilings. We put up the walls with sixteen-foot 2x4s cut to size with a circular saw on site; we hoisted the lumber up from the courtyard through the open window. Jono and his dad and uncle did all the drywalling in early August, and the place was pretty well put together by the time I moved in (which was August 14, 2003... Blackout Day, another story for another time).

We had about twenty-five feet of desk in the form of undrilled doors placed on sawhorses, a nice high counter installed in the kitchen area (another door, a heavy timber one that I got from my grandmother's basement in Niskayuna), and a high shelf in the back where the liquor lived with the de rigeur Christmas lights.


Jono gets a bit closer to Teacher (Miss Leah), who provided the sole and soul for the evening (both were poached).

Monday, August 25, 2003

Mr. Gorbachev... put up this wall!


Though built by unskilled labor (including Jono and I) the walls support my weight.

These were the bedrooms we put up at the apartment on Wyckoff Avenue. The tops of these walls were never completed, as then there would be no light.

Sunday, August 24, 2003



Ear biting is also encouraged.


Neck biting is de rigeur at Drinkland.

Saturday, August 23, 2003



En route to Drinkland, Leah is persecuted by the neighborhood busybodies.