Bushwick is extra industrial and dark. My dad is visiting. It feels ominous, but he is being super nice. My tattoos are showing, he sees them and doesn’t care. We are roller blading around. A car whizzed by and I almost got hit. I almost fell in my roller blades. My dad is telling me bits about his life, which he never does. We skate to a warehouse and skate right into the elevator. It opens to a very swanky, empty gym. A lady greets us. I ask where the other offices are, she said are you here for your “bidet session”? You can take off all your clothes now (I almost wake up out of the absurdity) and I say no, we’re looking for the tie shop. She says oh so sorry and points to a hidden set of small spiral stairs. We step down them in our skates. We’re in the industrial tie warehouse now, I try some ties on and felt like a queer idiot. I think I was getting married?

5/8/20 (25, Brooklyn, NY)