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Broadway, Under the JMZ

When we first decided to move to New York, I had dreams of an apartment with exposed brick walls, a view of some sort of city scape and neon lights around the corner. Kevin helped us find an apartment which we took sight-unseen for its month to month lease and proximity to a friend. The reality was starling, rolling up in our Ryder truck into the bleakness of the then-wasteland of South Williamsburg. The grand city scape was a view onto a trash strewn roof. The view from the trash strewn roof was of some hookers. On the half step front "stoop" lay a used syringe. The kitchen was the size of the bathroom which was twice the size of the only closet which was about the size of a small, dorm-style refrigerator. Thin, barely finished drywalls added the final bit of cosmopolitan feel. The only thing even close to my hopeful daydreams was the rash of neon light outside the Puerto Rican and Arab owned businesses down the street.
We still live in that apartment. Oddly, magically perhaps, we have since been able to furnish it with an exposed brick wall and a view of a city scape while the hookers have moved east and the syringes have been replaced by the poop of pure bred dogs.
Go figure.