237 Lafayette St.
The ghost-town like feel on weekend mornings. D&G Bakery. The diner on Lafayette and Spring.
Feeling unsafe at night.
Moved away for school.
I woke up one morning to the sound of chickens. I thought I was dreaming. I got up and looked out my window. A truck carrying cages of chickens heading to the slaughter house on Mulberry and Prince had taken the corner on Lafayette too fast and cages of chickens spilled across the street, many cracking open. Dozens of chickens were wandering around dazed, clucking, confused.