Brunch | Brooklyn Bowl | April 4, 2015 | 3:30 P.M.
Two friends, a bunch of dishes and wooden sticks. Berries went flying. A chicken drumlet was skewered. The next thing you know, we had a beautiful creation. But it quickly turned into high-stakes Jenga, balancing and teetering every element just right. We would hold our breath and remove our hands; I would back away and take a few frames. Finally, we got it. As I turned to put my camera down I heard a sound like a glacier falling into the ocean. I turned back to see our creation, our beauty, sprawled on the concrete. Corlene’s jeans were covered in tomato juice quickly drying in the sun. I’m sure there was a joke in there about sun-dried tomatoes, but I could only focus on the chicken drumlet lying upon her foot.