on the 1st of january every year, many crazies people gather in my favorite brooklyn neighb to be involed in the coney island polar bear club. i was tempted to do it, mostly for the sweatshirt. 2009 was my introductory experience of witnessing this migration first hand. double socks, long underwear, warm coat, hat, gloves: let’s go!
not unexpectedly, i was much too numb -appendage to core- to join those joyful bears.
happy coney tuesday everybody!