“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
I haven’t lived here long. Shortly after 9/11, I was laid off from my job and moved to Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, the only neighborhood whose rent my unemployment checks would cover. The people who lived there never seemed to leave the block. Within the first two months, some guys in a car rolled down their windows to shout, “Go back to your country, fucking towelhead!” My first-floor neighbors were drug-dealing brothers who spent their days and nights leaned up against their glossy red Mazda, a baseball bat propped between them like an extra sibling. The corner bodega sold six-packs that had expired three years prior.
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