Ace doesn’t go to Coney Island.
Well, we wanted to go to Coney Island. Neither of us had ever been. I had screenshots of how to get there: the trains and the transfers, the whole deal. But we never made it. The sky was grey and the afternoon was slipping and my directions were embarrassingly wrong.
So we went climbing in Prospect Park. We climbed a lion on the Merry-Go-Round and up the window of a men’s bathroom. We climbed a tree overlooking a fancy wedding. We found stairs that led nowhere and climbed those too. We found a green pond and there was nothing to climb but someone was playing music so we didn’t mind.
Coney Island next time. Maybe.
BABOON:
Tell me your story.
Ace:
Still in the middle of it.
BABOON:
When was a moment you decided to say ‘fuck it’ and take an unexpected path?
Ace:
Last week, I decided to take an easier looking hiking path and I got lost.
BABOON:
If you had 5 minutes to pack a Go-Bag and didn’t know when you were coming back, what would you pack?
Ace:
First aid kit, a wad of cash, a jacket, tampons, a roll of stamps, and pepper spray.
BABOON:
What song is stuck in your head?
Ace:
“Hope You Understand,” by GRACE.
BABOON:
What’s your definition of fun?
Ace:
Whatever Oxford Dictionary’s most recent definition is.
BABOON:
Last photo on your phone?
Ace:
A video of me reading a picture book to my cat.
BABOON:
What’s the magic word?
Ace:
Equality
BABOON:
Where is the most unusual place you’ve spent the night?
Ace:
A cage in a savannah in Java, Indonesia with monkeys screeching at me all night.
BABOON:
If you could take one person with you to the Moon who would it be?
Ace:
I’d say my mom, but she gets altitude sickness.
BABOON:
What’s your tagline?
Ace:
“Dude.”
BABOON:
Plane, train, automobile?
Ace:
Sled.
BABOON:
What’s next?
Ace:
Tomorrow.
