Sigh. I’m not sure what to make of Tony. How can I explain him? He is a child trapped in a over sized mans body. I’ve known him for close to 9 years now. He’s gone from the guy who wanted to kick my ass cause I danced with his ex girl friend to one of my closest friends. For all the single ladies, I vouch for this guy. I love him so.
When I was 13 years old, I started working in my families grocery store. We would open the gates at 6 a.m, but would leave around 5:30 a.m, which meant, I was waking up at 5 a.m to get ready. We would drive via the BQE into Flatbush from Bay Ridge. I’d be half asleep with my head was resting against the passenger side window, only to wake up ever time my father would hit a pot hole in the road or something. But when you’re awake at the time, you get to see Brooklyn still sleeping. And it can stay with you.
I was standing on a Garfield and 7th. I just finished having a conversation with my friend Jake. We talked about film, family and life. When he left, I looked up, and the sun just broke through the grey skies.