Just an Old Soul.

Stoop kid’s afraid to leave the stoop!

This is true. I am afraid to leave my stoop. In fact not just my stoop but my entire neighboorhood. I just can’t pull myself away from the rooftop conversations over hookah pipes & nighttime jam sessions with the greatest people in the world the simple joy in having a home cooked meal for the first time in what feels like forever, or walks down 7th ave with Bruno. I can’t pull myself away from the culture and the vibrancy of Brooklyn. Where everyone looks out for each other “No mattah what!”, where the people are so different and diverse its a wonder you live two doors down from them, where you can walk down the block and get a egg cream at 11 at night, where Coney Island is the closest thing to the beach you have, where you can be 66 years old and STILL kick ass in handball, or where you can ask your neighbor Frank “Hey who won the game last night?” Legit. I guess I’m scared to leave the nest .___. which is understandable cause it was a pretty kickass nest.  I can sympathize with Matt from Matt&Kim when he said,

“I wondered how fast is light speed
Would life itself stay or follow me?”
I think life is moving at lightspeed right now, hell life is moving wayy to fast for me. I just wanna stay on my stoop. At least till tomorrow night.