Good morning nyc
so lp has been saying for the last two years that we live around the corner from a meth clinic. mind you, we live in the neighborhood of kelly ripa and malnourished models so it seemed a little bogus and out of place, but because she is so wise, I’ve been paying attention. i’ve noticed that there is an awkwardly placed blue building that doesn’t really fit with the rest of the buildings on lafayette street. i’ve never actually seen anyone emerge from the building, but an obvious camradrie exists amongst the folks hanging around outside. not exactly the kind of camradrie you’d see at a frat house, but I suppose the kind of camradrie that comes from having shared an intense personal experience together, such as heroine withdrawal. on my new walk to work, which does indeed include a stroll past that same corner of lafayette street, I am more aware of my surroundings and ready to not only acknowledge the meth clinic but also the puerto rican tranny that hangs around outside as well. my former roommate does hold a special place in her heart for addicts and i guess it shouldn’t have taken me two full years to come to terms with the meth clinic around the corner. one minute your view is of the empire state building and the next it is trannies and former heroin addicts. priceless.
