From Gimla, this is Reply Ork.

I'm Emmanuel Dirtchie.

So, like a lot of people living in Brooklyn, New York this past day, I heard that Joe Biden

was going to be the next president of the United States, mostly because of a large amount

of honking on my street.

And much of the annoyance of pretty much everybody who loves me, my first instinct in this

moment was to grab a microphone and hit outside.

Here at Bedford and Kalb.

I got onto my street just in time to see my local serious biker dude, who bikes around

every morning in his serious biker outfit.

I actually stopped his serious biking to yell out what everybody was thinking.

And then I watched as my neighborhood, or felt like all of New York City, turned into just

this giant party that raged into the small hours of the morning.

Wild, absolutely wild.

After months of misery and lockdown, the city felt alive.

In a way that I'd never seen before.

But, if I'm being honest about it, the moment I haven't been able to stop thinking about

this week, happened hours after Joe Biden won the presidency.

It happened later on that night.

And it is now.

As millions of people around the country tuned in to hear him and Kamala Harris declare

victory.

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