Craving rice balls.
So that night that I walked into a pole (see my apathetic post-pole-walking-into face here), while we were walking around Bushwick tagging shit, there were two stray cats and a kitten begging for food. It took everything in my power not to scoop the little dude up and take him home. I would have called him Sir Chadwick, but three cats is too fuckin’ many, man.
If you’ve come to NYC and considered Manhattan too hip so you stayed in Brooklyn and you haven’t had the Arancini Bro’s fried rice balls in Bushwick yet, YOU’RE DOING EVERYTHING WRONG.
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