Well, here I am in the apartment.

It's about as bad as I figured it would be from the looks of the place, from the sidewalk.

I'm on the top floor, the fifth floor, and there's no elevator.

The hallways are dark.

That's the first thing the leasing guy apologizes to me about.

He's kind of a specimen.

His name is Dennis.

How do I describe him?

Basically, a more nervous, more insecure Clark Kent.

He meant me down in the lobby to sign the papers.

He was wearing a plaid flamel shirt in these pants.

He's like something from a bin at an Army surplus store.

He says awesome a lot.

Oh, you put your social security number on the right line.

Awesome.

Let me see here.

Strode, realty.

Never heard of him.

So this is going to be my first night in the city.

I'm like a look for a job this week.

I'm just going to walk around the neighborhood and do some riding while I'm still kind of

inspired.

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