Dinner at Tiffanys on 7th Street

My new downstairs neighbor is this really proper young lady, whose dad helped her move in and washed her windows. She is facing the little ‘courtyard’ (basically a cage, too small to have a fight in) outside my building and seems to have gotten a key to it. When I just left the building, I smelled crepes, heard classical music, and saw my neighbor sit there with her dad, munching away on a nice dinner with a bottle of Wine, right next to the trashcans and two doors down from that family that keeps their dogs outside their basement apartement, where Hasso and Chiquita piss and shit at their own leisure. mind u, when I moved into the building 14 years ago, there was a guy selling dope until 6 every morning in the same spot where girlfriend and her dad were having dinner now. This was a cool block.m the laundromat was the hottest dope spot in the city. This town has become so boring. Paying the rent. Gentrification. You gotta love it. She likes my piano playing, it’s the best on saturday mornings. makes me wanna snort some heroin and play my fender bass thru that Rumble-Amp on friday night. maybe. not. I am getting to old for rebellion for its own sake. shit. did I say old? U dig?