NY

Dianna and I spent a quick weekend in New York. We made no plans to look up friends due to lack of time, but we were walking down Broadway just as two of Dianna’s friends stepped outside for a cigarette. We’d heard they were paying thirty-thousand a month for their loft, so eagerly accepted their invitation to go upstairs. I’d expected something amazing, but it was merely nice. In New York, thirty-thousand a month will get you a nice place.