8 January 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

We took Court to Hamilton, and then crossed onto Clinton, and then walked for a while until we hit Lorraine, and then walked for a while until Lorraine turned into Wolcott, and then turned onto Van Brunt, and then walked out into the darkness at the edge of Red Hook, where the black void of the sea looms between rows of ill-lit, tiny, decrepit colonial houses.  On Conover, between Reed and Beard and near the end of the world, a lit OPEN sign illuminated Sunny's tiny, dirty front window.

There were cats everywhere.