the bastard felt the wind go out of his sails today.
we had to bring the price down a hair today. only a hair but, every inch you give away feels like a yard of ground you're losing.
I want to move back across the river so much I can taste it.
don't get me wrong, I like it fine in manhattan.
10 minute walk to work.
shit is open all the time.
but I look forward to seeing the sun go down over the gantries.
having a place that's not her's or mine but our's.
the sort ride to work don't hurt either.