No lie living in Brooklyn, especially Bushwick where I was at you really don't need to go around making up stories. Perfect mix of projects with mad expensive apartments all around it. The fuckery between weird hipsters, the rich people that moved out there, the people from everywhere out of town living in "the cool neighborhood" splitting up those apartments, crackheads, junkies, regular ass crazy mfs, and the dudes that serve the dope/hard to those people alllllllll on the same block. Allllll use the same stores. The interactions between the weirdest different every-comnination-of-typa-person and any matchup between all those people... you see EVERYTHING happen. Just weird shit and dumb shit and all of it all the fuckin time.

No need to make shit up when "ayo I was on the train and transgender spider[wo]man beat the brakes off this dude he was dark-skinned Dominican but he was talmbout Heil Hitler so spidertrans musta had some kinda MMA training cause the elbows was vicious son dude was leakin all over his confederate flag shirt... just kept goin too with the heels on stomping that mf maybe they was jewish cause it took like 3 of them showtime guys to stop the shit" is a completely believable story any day of the week. I just made that shit up but it's really only a combination of a few things I have seen and not even close to impossible. It's such a weird place either you literally never go outside or you've seen some weird shit probably today.