FUCKED ON BEDFORD AVENUE

My top secret identity revealed.

Dear loyal readers of FIPS, 

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for your (bastard version of) love and support, but it's time I unload the news: I'm moving back to Williamsburg.

Don't get me wrong.  The Slope has been a ton of fun: the beautiful park, the friendly streets, the five-star food, and civilized living in general. But, I really miss everything that I used to have for the three months I lived in that dreamy little Burgh: my street on which two machete attacks happened during my short residence, my literally subterranean, illegal-to-live-in-because-there-weren't-enough-windows "apartment," the legitimate motorcycle gang who lived above me (and their 72-hour-long yearly anniversary party), my 13 block walk to the beloved L train, and of course, 18-year-old visionaires whom I so proudly called my neighbors.

I guess I just can't resist the allure of a borough full of promise instead of organic kale.

While it's with great sorrow that I write my last post at FIPS, I'm pleased to announce the inception of a new sister blog, Fucked On Bedford Avenue.  FOBA will be a 24/7 photoblog showcasing voyeuristic shots of people getting fucked along Bedford Avenue.  Erica has great expectations for this satellite, which will undoubtedly score me a Terry Richardson-sponsored book deal and a boyfriend with a prodigious mustache.  Please add us to your Google Reader.

With a PBR in hand, I toast you farewell.
Meredith