Change of ‘Apt

So we walked out on the building on 8th avenue. It was surrounded by slow-moving fat-assed tourists gawking at Columbus Circle from over their floppy Sbarro slices.

Instead, I find myself moving to an apartment in Stuy Town. If I was any more east I’d be in the river. But if I had to deal with anymore mice in this tiny little bedroom uptown, I’d throw myself in.