Charles, Zach, and Dave had a lovely roof party on Independence Eve. Once the sun descended, there were early fireworks all around the horizon. Put that together with the smell of turkey burgers, cow patties, and weiners on the grill, and you've got a perfect Brooklyn night. That's the Empire State poking up in the top right. I used to live 3 blocks away, so it was always like seeing my house on the horizon. I secretly wondered if I'd be the protagonist from Cat's Cradle living in the dystopian future lobby of the Umpire Snake Bldg if everything went kerflewy (in that sci-fi way).
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