*Please consider becoming a paid subscriber and supporting my work. Chapter 8 The plan was to meet Sophia at some café on President Street, in Park Slope at 6pm. I had to take the 2 train at Lenox and 125th, where I almost always got on the train to go downtown (never uptown). I’d ride to Grand Army Plaza, at the northernmost tip of Prospect Park. From there I could walk to the café. (The name of which I no longer recall.)
I may have to keep the Tolstoy quote mysterious...for now :) Start with chapter one!!!
Wow now I want to go back and start with chapter one!
“Conscious Hip Hop always made me feel like it was the black punk rock. Bad Hip Hop made me think of shitty death metal” haha yes!
What was the Tolstoy quote?