Return of the Rat

So, yes, I've decided to write again, thanks to the outcry from you, dear readers.

By "outcry" I mean one person mentioned it a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, this is where I live now.










And this is the French restaurant I live above. I'm working on locating an accordion. And possibly some Godard films.
















This is Prospect Park. They have this thing called "autumn" here. It's pretty. Other than that I spend a lot of time on trains. But not the good time. The stinky, cramped subway kind. Which I guess kind of is the good kind.