WONDER HOW THE SMELL FROM A GRILL CAN SPARK UP NOSTALGIA?

Saturday is my block's annual block party. According to Mister Frazier, my super / the mayor of said block, there will be an inflatable castle, a water slide, a BBQ, a DJ and a baby shower for the kid that just got born three doors down.

This is why I live in Brooklyn. There are lots of kids in my neighborhood and last year they had a snap-off and my usually nice neighbor was pissed cause the party went way too late and way too loud but no one else cared. And this year? "Ay Bay Bay" is out, and the preferred dance track of all 14 year olds everywhere. Case fucking closed.

If you know where I live you should come through. If you don't and you still do, email me for directions.