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My psychedelic kite took it’s first and last trip today. I went out with my friend C. to Prospect Park to take my kite out for a flight. There was a little wind here and there. And we landed ourself on the hill with the infamous Jamaician kite fliers. They usually have the handmade kites which they make out of fedex paks. It’s pretty cool. They’re really nice to anyone that likes to fly kites. Except my kite line tangled with theirs a few times. And I got excommunicated to the center of the park. As the butterfly was floating up, C. wanted me to let out 1000 yard of kite line. Of course, I had no idea how much kite line that would be until I found my poor butterfly stuck on a building. Yes, you heard right. It got pretty far up. Then the Jamaician kite flier got my kite out of the building but it turned out my line was stuck in a tree. Some french guy try to help me by dropping my kite down between the two trees. Then he said go get the kite. And me being the cynical New Yorker was thinking hell no. You’re going to try to fly my kite or walk off with it. Frankly, my hoop winder cost just as much as the kite.

Eventually I got my hooper winder back. The Whomping Willow ate my kite. Now the butterfly is to enjoy the endless sun and rain on top of the tree.