I got sunburnt on Staten Island, which seems about right. The day was a pleasant kind of mess. I woke up too late but recovered quickly. I made good on my intention to go to Governor’s Island, which was pleasant enough. Dodging goose shit along the edges of a fort’s outer wall has always been a pastime of mine, and Fort Jay provided that opportunity. My plan was to find a shady spot on the island and sit and read, but the island’s lack of drinking fountains sent me to plan b.
This is how I ended up on Staten Island, from a ferry chock full of teenaged girls ducking into restricted zones for the sake of better Instagram angles to the s44 bus in search of what Ahmed swears is the best pizza he’s ever had. The waitstaff at Denino’s seemed surprised to see me, and I was surprised to see them. The pizza was served on a paper plate. It wasn’t the best pizza I’ve ever had, but I’ll believe Ahmed when he says it’s his all time high--not all of us are lucky enough to live within delivery distance of that juggernaut Goomba’s. The highlight was the guy on the bus, on his way to a grocery store job, trying to give away coupons to a coffee shop while talking up how much he loves coffee. “Don’t even bother me before I’ve had my coffee!” he said, and the thing is, I’ve never heard anyone so earnest. I'm not going to bother him before he's had his coffee. He told me not to.
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