Unlikely

Here out of habit. Working with a few clients, and just to give you a sense of how slow it really is (at least in this shabby little office), I'm serioulsy looking for a two bedroom for $2600 with a real living room. When asked what neighborhood I was supposed to find this impossible space in, they replied "West Village, Tribeca, Soho,... maybe the East Village, but that's sort of a long commute." In other words, they would settle for any number of Manhattan's premier and most expensive neighborhoods. But they are, "Like, so over Hoboken." So here I am, but not sure why.

Soho Morning

This shabby real estate routine is finally beginning to suit me. I've got three years invested into what began as a whim and a small step out from behind bars. My criminal record aside, I couldn't serve another drink. Who knew then The New York Times would run a story two years later announcing the slew of new characters joining the agent game. The story picked up a bit of momentum, and as brown is the new black, huffing rentals is the new bartending. Instead of serving Bloody Mary's at brunch, they're spending Sunday's running clients all over the city from one open house to another. But fear not, it's nothing a tight market can't rectify. A few lean months and most of these speculaters will be back behind bars making small talk and working once again on that screenplay about the bartender trying to bust out. Good luck chumps, I'm in it for the long haul, tight market or easy money, I like this routine, and I love Soho in the morning.