there is no one on the lower east side at night but barons and beggars. a circus of contrived romance and unintentional art. young money on old streets, still busy with immigrant ghosts of mule driven carts and poverty.
cabs bounce over uneven pavement. one of those cabs is your cab, but you may not know it yet.
attractive women holding court on orchard. musicians dragging amplifiers down ludlow. poor penniless bums!
an aristocracy of the predictably hip. a brave union teetering on the line, always just a broken heel and a cocaine nosebleed away from dissolution.
businessmen buy homes. carpenters build homes. beautiful people are given homes. artist paint homes and gamblers win homes.
but for you kid, any gutter should suffice.