Saturday, September 29, 2007

Things that I’m going to miss about my basement apartment in the East Village


-walking to work
-living next door to Rob, the pot dealer and ranter, who gets me all riled up about tenant rights but is too lazy/high to do anything about it. His pitbull, the only one I’m not afraid of, Sadie and his lovely wife, Leslie.
-Yaffa Café, Rai Rai Ken, Mud, Angelica Kitchen, Ess-a-bagel, Porto Rico Coffee, the dumpling place, the hippie pizza place
-Movie theaters
-Trader Joes
-the naked guy who lives above me
-rooftop access and my stoop
-running by the East River
-biking to Brooklyn
-coming home at lunch
-the 24-hour corner store with those Mozart chocolates
-my pharmacist, who knows me
-Dexter, the dog with the hot owners
-Jessica B-A, the theater ring, the West Village before it was safe, the dog painting over her bed, and the magic bullet.
-Kaleidoscope and its lack of customers
-Dunkin Donuts and the Cooper Union girl who sits there, web-camming with her boyfriend who lives somewhere else
-Tompkins Square Park
-Tile Bar
-the woman who works at the Laundromat who insists that I split my clothes into two loads and who moves my things to the dryer for me if I don’t get back in time

Bye bye.

song: The Desperate Things You Made Me Do by Magnetic Fields