We Live In Brooklyn
“we live in brooklyn
with the type street curb hangers and the beat don’t shtop
we live in brooklyn
it’s no lie, do or die in the land of shown proof
we live in brooklyn”- Lyrics from “Borough Check,” by Digable Planets
Today was a good day. I had a fun day at the state psych hospital. Even though I am utterly dripping with sweat by the time I arrive to work, I continue to refuse to take public transportation or drive the 1.4 miles to and from work every day.
I also saw the nice Trinidadian man that I sometimes see. He said to me, “I figured out your secret today.” I responded, “what is that?” “I know how far you walk to work every day in the heat, snow, or rain, and I know that it’s your secret to happiness.” “You got me!” I replied. “Don’t worry, I won’t give away your secret,” he said. “It’s okay, I like to spread the joy,” I replied with a smile.
Enjoy the photo with this post, as it was taken on my sweltering walk to work today. One of the coolest things about walking to the state psychiatric hospital is that there is this defining moment, about 2 blocks away from the hospital, where I cease to see “normal” folks, and begin to see folks who I can clearly identify as psychiatric patients and residents of the hospital. Some people might feel a bit anxious about this transition, but it makes me feel like I’m coming home.
Also enjoy the above video. My partner Micah made it yesterday. We went out in our neighborhood to run some errands and were greeted with a surprise block party. I had no idea he was taking a video. But glad that he did!
