My friend Eric hosted a fabulous BBQ on his rooftop in Greenpoint for the 4th of July. Tortured by the swooning properties of his staging area [and two new grills], I was tempted to kick into Grill Nazi mode but held myself at bay so as to enjoy the delicious marinated meats like a good American boy. Foxy Polish women skipped down the street below as Russian thugs blew up M80s and lit bottle rockets. Ribbing of friends, old and new ,and the employ of my "Uncle D" duties to little Ian, were fully deployed. Adjacent rooftops came alive with hipsters as the blue sky turned black and the world started to explode.
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