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Night in Brooklyn, Image 3of3 This is my bed. Well, was my bed when I lived in the city. It was a sh*t bed that pulled down from the wall in a small apartment that was way too small for the price. I remember the first night I moved in, it was 1 am and the rental lady walked me in. I asked where the bed was and she reached for a handle on the wall. I almost threw up, knowing how much I had committed to pay. New York. Anyways, this photo wasn't taken that night. It was taken another night. That light spilling in is street light, not the sun. I had to close the blinds tight to keep it out and wear a mask I gotten for free on a JetBlue flight. But, the night I took this, I came home, walked through the darkness, over to my bed and saw a man. It was around 4:15 am. I lived alone. But, when I got home swaying from a long night out, there he was. This big f*cker. Bigger than me. Boots still on, caked in sh*t. Laying dead or asleep in my little bed. White rolled eyes behind open eyelids. Drooling into his long matted hair. Smelling of urine. In my apartment. In my bed. I didn't recognize his face, but I knew his keys. A chain on his hip round enough to push a grapefruit through with 140 plus rings pushed together, tighter than teeth in a crowded mouth. Raymond's keys. The super. The guy who by day was sharp on sports stats and surprisingly quick to fix a toilet or lay a rat trap. But at night, he was known for this. In a building where all the apartments were the same, Ray often stumbled home wasted from The Rusty and went through his key ring till he found the key that fist HIS lock. Tonight he found the key that fit mine. When I woke him up, he nearly knocked me out. Calling me some woman's name. When I told him it was me, he told me kindly to, "Get out and go to hell!" I did neither. After two minutes, he got his bearings, found the door, said," Bye kid." Then, something crazy about Jackie Robinson. I took this photo of my bed, my Murphy bed, after Ray had gotten a bit of shut eye and used it as a restroom on a cold September night in Brooklyn. #nightinbrooklyn Thanks you guys for reading. Hope you enjoyed. If you like them please share with others.

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