the australians upstairs.

the australians upstairs play awful pop music that is a minimum of 5 years old. loudly. this scares me and i’ll tell you why. i live in williamsburg, in one of those brand-new cookie cutter loft spaces. you know the ones: sliding doors, high ceilings, marble countertops. pretty generic. (don’t worry, i’m not rich. i pay rent and lick the cheeto grease off my fingers, just like everyone else.) so what i’m saying is: are these the kind of people who live in my building and the dozens of other buildings like mine? popped-collar, poor taste aussies? if so, then what does that say about me?

This asshole building and hundred like it, comprise my neighborhood

These asshole buildings now comprise my neighborhood. Oh wait, I live in one.

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