Where have I been the last week? Hanging out with guys like this.
No not cheesy x-bankers, but contract toting, bait ‘n switching brokers.
Almost every evening I venture out into the apartment abyss, in hopes that I’ll find that one just-price-reduced gem, complete with a patio, bike storage, happy doorman, huge closets, a kitchen without the word “ette” attached to it, and subway access.
And one month free.
