My mother likes to move. From apartments in South Beach, to houses in LA. From studios in Greenwich Village to a pad in Las Vegas. But the one thing that has remained constant throughout is the fact that whereever she lives is FAR too remote or dangerous of a place for me to visit. Ever.
This was courageously written from the very savage-infested area known as Staten Island, New York.
Just a reminder:
Over the holidays, it would be a good idea to wear your seat belt.
And don’t ever go down to where I’m staying under any circumstances.