Day 2 was fabtastic. I got up slightly hungover from the previous nights tequila. Monday was memorial day, so everyone is on holiday. People hang on the stoops and the sun shines like a motherlover. My head hurts from last nights tequila, but a shower and an aspirin later I'm ready to go. Nicole and I pack a blanket, sketchbook and polaroid and head to Prospect park. Brooklyn is lovely, and everyone seems to be in a good mood. Prospect park is green as a very green thing, and full of hot people in bikinis, playing with Frisbees, flying kites (the toys, not the Jews), and basking in the sun. We find a nice spot and settle down for a while. After an hour or two we get hungry and walk to a nearby grocery store to get something to munch on. On the way we stop by a few stoop sales, where people sell their unwanted goods at wicked prices. I purchase Edward Gorey's 'Amphigorey' for just a buck. The Beer and semen stains on it to not faze me at all.  We go back to the house to rest a bit and wait for her boyfriend Brett to come. He has a lot of different instruments and wears a turban.

Later on we get a call from my friend Andy Smith, who's having dinner at a nearby pizza place. Andy has some of the best and most fucked up stories I've ever heard, so a night with him always turns into brilliant chaos. We eat, drink and laugh as he tells me about the new club and gallery he's opening next week. We plan a road trip to Tenesse, where we will drink ourselves into oblivion and visit Graceland.  After the restaurant we go drink more tequilas and smoke some of the ridiculous medical weed he's gotten hold of. The night ends in twists and turns on the way home.

Today I woke up surprisingly fresh. I left with Nicole and got the train into Manhattan. We took the train that goes up the manhattan bridge, and seeing all those phallic buildings looming up makes my mouth open like a retarded fish.  I finally get to my stop and after a bit of walking get to the University. Today we have a presentation for a few hours, then lunch break and after that 3 more hours of class. Our teacher is down to earth, and not a pompous cunt, which is nice. There are 9 chicks and two guys in the glass, which makes my tight jeans tighter. Especially the little Uruguaian lass with the popeye t-shirt.  After class I inquire about the student residence at the housing departmnet. 1,800$ for a month! That's like a million blowjobs, or eight kilos of crack, or a truckfull of comic books! Pornographic comic books! Fuck that, I can probably sublet an apartment in Brooklyn for half that. Go Craig's List! On my way back from Manhattan I get lost as fuck, cause the subway system here is more complicated than an advance Astrophysics degree. But after a bit of asking around I finally arrive at Atlantic Ave., get a hot dog from a stand and walk home looking at the ladies hot hot skimpy pants.