the only rule in the building overlooking manhattan
was mandatory evacuation the last night and day of each month.
none of the 100 or so residents raised a stink.
hard to beat 240 dollar rent in greenpoint brooklyn.
the whores, crack addicts, and wing nuts could be avoided.
every room had a door
including the one that housed a dude musta been over 400 pounds.
he had the room outfitted with a dehumidifier,
sound proof walls,
leather arm chair,
high fidelity stereo.
he sat in there like
a raft floating up and over a sea of shit.
never wasted a solitary minute neither.
pure freaking joy that dude.