Jackson Heights, Baby!

Ok, I am not a great blogger since I hardly ever post. That is because NO ONE is reading this shit. But, in case some does, I have to post a little discovery that I made about Jackson Heights, where I am presently an apartment owner. This area is cheap! Yippee!

Now, I am a manhattanite; Manhattan native; Manhattan snob. However you wish to call it. I love NYC, and by NYC, I mean Manhattan. But, since moving back from California in 2001 I have grown a huge fondness for the boroughs. Growing up in Manhattan with my Manhattan centric family, I never crossed the river unless it was to go to Shea Stadium or the airport. My mother and I did a brief stint in the Bronx, two years, so that she could get her degree at Lehman College, but as soon as she graduated, we got the hell out. By the time I had a life of my own, I left New York altogether and went to the left coast for a while. When I came back I could no longer afford to live in the island that spawned me. That SUCKS! So, I got familiar with Astoria. Visited friends all over Queens and Brooklyn. Even hung out there and saw shows. A new world opened up for me. I even got my own place in Jackson Heights. I ain't saying I have Queens pride, but I do have a huge appreciation for it. This borough is alright. It ain't hip though. Astoria and Long Island City are trying, but the east village still rules in my book.

But, the whole point of blogging today was to talk about my quest for fixing a zipper on one of my favorite shirts. I went to a cleaners in Astoria and they told me it would cost $13. I went to a cleaners in Forrest Hills (birthplace of the Ramones) and they said it would cost $25. I don't know why I did not go to the cleaners in my own hood first, but when I did, the guy behind the counter said he would fix my zipper for FOUR FUCKING DOLLARS! JH wins, baby!