In 1978 I moved into a one-bedroom apartment on east 10th Street.
The rent was $180.
The bathtub was in the kitchen.
By the time I left it was $450.
The realty company paid me $10,000 to leave.
The fucking lawyer took a third.
The realty company now charges $2000/month for an apartment with no character.
Which is perfect to the tenants of 2016.
They will never have a naked blonde taking a bath in their kitchen.
