Dear Charlotte,

Your rooftop cartwheels have never looked better, Ms. Pinson. I'm sorry  to have missed that. But happy to see that you finally perfected the levitation/air guitar trick that the sweaty guy at the Guitar Center on Atlantic told you about. Tonight I went to an art exhibition. One artist made very tiny hats out of aluminum foil:

Hmm. There was also a burrito truck outside the event. 

Are the two related? You tell me. 

I'm sleeping. 

Just Kidding. And here are two more reasons to move to San Francisco. This store is on my block. And no- I'm not telling you what they sell. 

Oh and here was the sunset from my roof tonight. 

I noticed a strange shadow in the sky and grabbed binoculars.

 

You guessed it- David Crosby eating a Fudgsicle. Can't get enough of the Cros. Miss you. Love you. Move.

Dear Emily,

Come back to New York! The Big Apple needs you. And I miss you. Just the other day I levitated and played air guitar at the same time and you missed it.

And I did cartwheels on my roof and you missed it.

And I met a really nice guy and you missed it.

Just kidding. I'm asleep.

Just kidding. But seriously Emily, come home. You're my sun, I can't grow without you. You're my moon, I can't menstruate without you.

Seriously.

Love you.

Dear Charlotte,

I was looking at some things today and found this artist whose pretty paintings reminded me of your pretty paintings. Seriously Charlotte, San Francisco needs you. Move out here and we'll start a business together. If you need more convincing, this is the view from my window:

Just Kidding. But it is down my street. I'm sleeping.

Just kidding. I miss you Charlotte Pinson. I think you'd like it here a lot. There's a lot of cool stuff going on. You may not see David Byrne cycling around like you do in Brooklyn, but you just may see David Crosby eating a Fudgsicle on Haight Street.