The click click clack of the heavy black trains, a million engines in neutral

I ventured into Brooklyn to see the band Beast @ Galapagos Art Space last night. I was on the guest list but got turned away because... there is a bar ?? its legal to fight and die a in a pointless war, pollute ourselves with cigarettes, mark our bodies permanently at 18 but no, you cannot have a bar or a drink glass of wine! If our culture taught people how to drink and didn't make it so restricted and therefore more appealing, there would be hardly any binge drinking or stomach pumping from alcohol posioning. Look at Euro culture (i.e Italy) where it's part of the culture to have a glass of wine with your meal, etc.
Anyway thats besides the point. I came out here to enjoy the music amongst you hipsters, not drink. let me in!
It was a good night nonetheless, I usually come to DUMBO for the ice cream on the pier and the view across the River to city and of course Grimaldis. I cursed the fact that my Nikon is broken (damn you tainted stone). "So how come it looks so beautiful?" The East River was lit up by the reflections of the buildings. We explored the intricate ship playgroud and smoked a spot of tea in the hull then moved over to the shore and i listened to the cars pass overheard on the bridges. 'I gave in to the rhythm of the click click clack' of two trains passing each other. It was the most incredible sound.