Well I think it’s finally curtains for my sad little tree. It couldn’t cut it in Bushwick’s mean streets. I told myself as each branch was snapped over the past year that it was fine, the central branches would just grow that much taller. So finally someone who couldn’t stand to see something small survive finally snapped it right in half — they even took the top half with them.

If the mugger class thinks it’s won, I got some news. I will just get a bigger tree to put in. And I will not wait two years for the lumbering city bureaucracy to put it in for me, I am going to do it myself. And I will put a fence around the tons of fragile flowers I will plant come spring, so that thieving old ladies and little monster school children do not steal and stomp on them. Their acts of destruction — the pathetic throes of Bushwick’s fading anti-civilization — will result in even more of the beauty and cleanliness and greening that the thug culture hates. Then I and the rest of my decent neighbors will win.