AbsurdBeats

I gambled and lost.

‘Tis the night before the West Indian parade down Eastern Parkway—which means the night-before parade down Nostrand. It got going full blast within the past 20 minutes or so, i.e., about twenty past one.

And the gamble? There was a decent chance at rain, so I decided against calling C. and asking to bunk at her joint for the night.

Ah, well. Perhaps it will rain later.