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Note: A funny thing happened on the way to posting last night... I decided to chance the order of the chapters up in the book a little bit... I'm curious as to the affect this switch will have on the flow of the story... so let me know... both stories are still in the book... just switching position... The Mask was originally book 4... The Jungle Book 2... now I've switched them up... on to the story telling...

Queens. Detached. Tribal. Jamaica. Forrest Hills. Astoria. Flushing. Union Turnpike. Corona. Blacks. Greeks. Asians. Indians. Spanish. Jewish. Odd kinda set up. Take an hour to cross from one side to the next. 7, A, C, E, F, V, N, W, R, J, Z, M. Gotta go through the City to make it from one world to the next. What? Queens is in the City? Heh! Everybody calls Manhattan the City. Heh! Thought ya knew better than that.
Too spread out, quiet.
Not busy enough for Bubsy.
Long rides good for sleep.
No need for the whip. Every borough got train route. ‘Cept Staten Island.
Two ways to enter; Verrazano or Ferry. Trains don’t go there. Only borough with that distinction. Only one with “Island” in the name. Long Island? Not a borough. Keep up. Most detached borough from the rest of the continent. Quiet. Houses. Families. More quiet than Queens. More isolated too. Shortest of the boroughs. The portly pubescent whose pale, pockmarked complexion prohibit extroverted acts, forcing her to stay in the dark corners while the other boroughs get all the attention. Heh! Jokin’? Maybe.
All bad? Should know everythin’ in my City is both good and bad by now. Quiet is good sometimes. Abandoned buildings provide plenty of places for Ole Bubsy to hide. Strip malls not lucrative enough though. Orange moms. White SUVs. Toffee colored lattes. Soccer. Baseball. Karate. Basketball. Even kids have schedules. Sunglasses danglin’ from shirt collars. Multitaskin’. Drive, text and apply make-up. Sun bouncin’ off expensive watches keep ‘em from seein’ what time it is. Loose change? Maybe. If Bubsy catch eyes behind shades.
Kids? Inferiority complex. Chest out, angry. Accouterments of music videos everywhere: Parkin’ lot pimps, with wife beater clingin’ to hairy, freckled chests. Whips n’ chains glistenin’. Hooded shirts, sweatpants, the vestments of the new young and idle. Divide between races evident here too. Tangible? Maybe.
Everythin’ looks the same. Spread out horizontally. Old money shaped borough into tracts of property and small multi-family homes. Everythin’ too similar. Victorian architecture everywhere. Bleh! Bubsy need diversity. Clubs? Ya jokes ain’t funny. Strange theater inside homes. Evesdrop. Peepin’ Tom sometimes. Voyeur? Who isn’t? Bubsy spy whenever he get a chance, not much else to do in Shaolin. Get spotted outside windows sometimes. Peepin’ Tom alert. Cops come chasin’.

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Coming Tuesday, March 10:
Book II: The Mask (pt. 2)

Coming Wednesday, March 11:
Book II: The Mask (pt. 3)