twentysix. pizza and the meaning of brooklyn

One of Elvis’s oldest and best friends is moving to Chicago in three weeks. Elvis and Emma Lee are devastated, so they took her to John’s Pizza on Bleeker Street for an iconic NYC dinner. It was in the very same room that Elvis broke his five-year vegetarianism in 2006. Last night, Elvis again did good work of a pepperoni pie and a couple pints:

Then there was an existential crisis over IPAs. Elvis, Emma Lee and J. Chicago talked for a couple hours about making stuff in the morning, talking about it at night, and the general emotional support Elvis needs from friends and lovers. Elvis and Emma Lee are living in Brooklyn to make work (otherwise they would be nearer to the ocean and with a dog), but when the people around them seem more interested in booze and butts and looking pretty than in talking about interesting things, it gets hard. When Elvis got home, he got some flack in the electronic mail (“I actually d(on)’t think the whole Elvis thing translate(s) well to our generation.”). And then live Billy Bragg was on the radio. The acoustic guitar was too much—sum total tipped Elvis to tears. 26:

Last night, Elvis dreamed about puppies.