There I was, sitting on the beach, wondering where my life might take me next? The waves of Thailand crash over my body as i awake, struggling, only to wonder where bobby and the others were….wait a minute, thats Oso’s life, not mine!

There I was, sitting on Rajeev’s computer in Brooklyn, typing up my first blog entry in over two years. Where had the time gone? The same place as my libido: Morocco.

Sorry to disappoint y’all, but I’ve decided to post again to fill your nosey heads in with the events of my life. I arrived here in Brooklyn 5 days ago, and I’m still trying to figure out why the beastie boys insisted on not sleeping ’til brooklyn; its the only thing I do here. This place is great. Apples cost $0.40 cents each and you can get keys made as late as 6pm. Who could ask for more?
We’ve signed our lease at the Opera House and now we’re just waiting for the movers to get here with our precious precious things. It still makes me uneasy when i think about how the movers encouraged us not to get our stuff insured. Let’s see what happens. They should be here in a couple of days. In the meantime keep your eyes out for my desk and bed being sold at garage sales and flea markets.

Quite a bit has happened since I last posted, things much too boring and/or personal to write. I will tell you this, however: I heart Brooklyn.

I’ve been staying at Rajeev’s apartment in Williamsburg. He lives off of Bedford which is the cultural lifeline of the town. There are hipsters everywhere. Yesterday I saw a pair of hipsters as I was taking out the trash, they were hiding behind the trashcan and scurried off when I threw the trash in. I was too stunned to say anything so I just threw rocks at them. My day pretty much consists of me waking at noon off of Rajeev’s hardwood floor, pocketing more of Rajeev’s roomate’s vitamins, and then falling back asleep. Thank god I moved here.