Cafe Bucky

I recently posted that I had the keys to my first New York apartment.

Lo and behold, it was the sort of situation where clearcut aggravation was in store if I had taken it. It was an obvious punt. No money lost, just time. Sometimes you know better than to force something to work.

So it’s sort of like the scene in Kill Bill, Vol 1, where The Bride has just dealt with Gogo. In this case, we hear the din of 88 rental ads:

Black Mamba: Is that what I think it is?
O-Ren Ishii: You didn’t think it was going to be that easy to rent an apartment in New York City, did you?
Black Mamba: You know, for a second there, yeah, I kinda did
O-Ren: Silly Rabbit …

So now the apartment search intensifies! Surrounded by the ads that promise so much, the Crazy 88’s of real estate. Swarms of claims: “5 floors upstairs with groceries! easy! You will be fit!” “but this IS a large 400 sq foot studio!” “to do laundry in your own building is without honor! You must carry!” “4 months rent up front is NOT unreasonable!” “Yes, that is a moat in front of the building, the rats cannot swim that far!”

Date: Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 at 5:15 am | Category: Daniel | RSS Feed: RSS 2.0 feed.

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