Red Hook is Where People Go to Get Lost
Okay. So I’m skating home this morning on Van Brunt and the first of what I imagine will be a great, roiling stream of sub-geographical morons flagged me down.
“How do I get to Ikea?” It was a fucking cabbie. In a yellow fucking cab. With a map from the store site printed out.
“Map not helping?” I asked.
“No,” fucking cabbie said. “The streets aren’t numbered.”
Time to load the blunderbuss.
