I use to live in Williamsburg Brooklyn, an abandoned part of the city, before it got conquered by hipsters, yuppies and wanna be artists. Had a loft in front of an old sugar refinery that stretched along the East River before it was abandoned. We lived in a no-man's- land: In a three block area there were no people living outside of our small building. In our first month living there, there was a breakin, and our loft was ransacked on Christmas Eve.
One night there was a noise that kinda sounded like an air conditioner being dragged down steps. My girlfriend asked, "What is that?" I said, "I don't know," but I recognized the sound of someone emptying a magizine, probably a 9mm. An other time I found a shell casing just outside my door.
Lived in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. The tenent upstairs, a cop tried to reassure me that iwe lived in a very safe neighborhood, after an old woman who lived down the block was mugged right in front of our house. This happened in the first week living there, just after we moved in. Bill the cop said, "This is a very-very safe neighborhood. There's usually only one murder in Greenpoint a year." In the three and a half years I lived there, two of the annual murders occured within two blocks of my house. A young man was stabbed in the brain with an ice pick while sitting on his mother's stoop. The second murder involved a drunk being beaten to death in the park.
Now I live in Long Island City. The Citigroup skyscrapper is my backyard. I have 24 hour foot petrol provided by Citigroup because I live next to a terrorist target. When it snows Citibank shovels my sidewalk.
At the age of 51 I want to move to Vermont. BTW Santa Fe is also nice. I'm getting too old for this.
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