My neighborhood is changing. When I moved in, as you may recall, my doorman was a junkie named Floyd who showed his neighborhood loyalty by not mugging me on my way to work. The street was largely deserted. There was a glass shop, and a couple of restaurant supply places, and a lot of construction around a new yuppie apartment building on the corner.
Now we have two art galleries, a bunch of nightclubs, and Floyd is gone.
This is good stuff, I guess, or will be until it’s time to renew my lease: “I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to charge you a junkie removal surcharge. It’s city law.”
Speaking of which, I got my tax crap the other day and I have given the city of New York over 700 dollars in taxes since I moved here full-time in June. JEEZY-CREEZY. I better never see a pothole, is all I have to say.