Tuesday, August 2, 2011

My Second Night in Brooklyn

I had spent all Saturday trying to bond with people my own age, other freshmen, and failed miserably. I was huddled in my dorm trying to ignore the sounds of other eighteen year olds having a blast with each other when I heard a knock at the door.

In swam a goldfish. I recognized him as being another writing major.

Without waiting for a reply, the goldfish jumped into my closet and started rifling through my clothes.

And thus I met Chulo, one of my future best friends and self-proclaimed brother.