It took me like an hour of walking and subways and buses that didn’t come and when I finally arrived to look at the apartment, the broker was a no show. I think this is just how it’s going to be until it isn’t like this anymore. Two other hunters sent me toward Cortelyou for a place they’d seen earlier, but then I realized that was too far from the G train–who needs the G train? We need the G train–so I hung a left and grabbed brunch at that place with the warm and salty chocolate brioche and read my magazine. Not the worst day, not by far.

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