hmm. perhaps i wont have to change the name...

realtor from six years ago has a gutted place in upper village (but chelsea is so... cHELLsea....) so all may not be off. 'and what's your fee?' 'oh honey. i couldn't do this to you again. we'll work something out.' SEE. all about knowing your neighbors and being a good neighbor.

and karma. man alive karma.

and a special 'fuck you' goes out to

my asshole landlord. i got a letter in the mail yesterday stating that, indeed, i will be brought to market. he's happy to take $25 off. how nice.

as soon as i finalize my move, and get my security back, i'll be trashing the turd by name. until then, it's been a hell of a ride in 10014, and who knows i might not have to leave after all; still so many variables.

it's funny, remember my post about how my neighborhood changed in the six years i've been there? that the lower madison avenue that bleecker has become is a playground for the wealthy and tourist, not long-time residents?

yeah. exactly.