Nekaybaw Moorer

We Thought We Were The Only Ones

Leaving the bodega on the corner of Bushwick and Myrtle, a brother in all black, crossed the street headed down Bushwick. David is in a rush to get back home, a rundown brownstone, that was beautiful and spruced up in the late '80s. Now it is in need of a new roof and renovation. He’s in a rush to get back home so he can meet someone who is helping him with something very important. As he arrives home, he puts his bag of snacks filled with vegan cookies and an 8-ounce green tea on the kitchen counter. He then grabs his little black book, which has a soft cover with rounded corners and ivory-colored pages; along with an ‘In case of loss’ notice to record your contact details and offer a reward to anyone who finds your precious notes, which in David’s case would be warranted if he ever lost this precious little black book.