You stupid fuck, what are you doing?
My neighbor’s screen flies open. His whole head leans out, cell phone angled away from right ear, face screwed up, livid.
I’m sitting on the fire escape reading a book.
You scared the shit out of me! Fuck, I had no idea you were out there…
He’s still going. He’s talking to the person on the phone, right?
They’ll give you a huge fine if they fucking catch you out there. Fuck.
No, he’s talking to me.
Little Girl Claire is deader than ever
as I stare into the face of my new neighbor.
My first celeb sighting, my first rat,
my first New Yorker.