Proof that the sun set is the same everywhere. Taken from a Brooklyn rooftop. This would have made for a pretty sick tilt-angle opportunity but I have no idea how that works. 
Adventure to Coney Island! It was 65 degrees out and the grey skies in the distance are a cold front creeping in. The wind along the boardwalk made a low whistling noise as it sucked air through the spoked teeth of the ferris wheel. Beaks to wind the gulls just hung in the air, floating more than flying which made the whole scene look like it was on pause. All of Coney Island seems like it's on pause actually, barely breathing life at all as it waits for the wrecking ball threatened every year which never comes. This year though, this is the year.
Actually I suck at writing. Re-reading that last passage I actually laughed out loud to myself. While I was home my brother and I talked about writing a book together, maybe because we think we could make money, maybe because we think it'd be cathartic. Shrug, but either way I know I'm not cut out for that, rereading this garbage is only proof, I can't even believe it you made it this far down the page already...