Photo by Stacie Joy
The Labor Day weekend move-in/out and capturing all the feelings on Fourth Street and Avenue B...
This song was written while I lived on 13th Street between A and B, and tells the story of moving from Ninth street to 13th Street. Foolishly, I thought I didn't need to rent a U-Haul, but could instead carry all of my stuff over the course of a week from 9th to 13th.As the distance added up and I started to lose my mind, I fell for a scam buyer on Craigslist while trying to sell my bed frame.The song is a cautionary tale, but also an embrace of the naivety that comes from letting yourself trust someone else.
"I go out back to put my recycling in the bin, and there are mounds of crap this month's brats have left behind. Feeling badly for our super, I attempt to sort everything into glass, paper, trash, etc.
Among other items I found: 1 $20 Starbucks card, 1 $18 MasterCard gift card, a Metro Card, several travel toiletries, 1 French nail kit, etc.
My point — we could make a list of places these kids could be giving this stuff to.
It's a whole new demographic around here at this point. I know because I've talked to some of my neighbors who are recent college grads from places like Wake Forest or Villanova or Bucknell, etc. I've heard it from the horse's mouth — there is a whole culture here of these type of transplants. They really do hang out together at places like "13th step" and they really are clueless about this neighborhood and what it once was. It's a tidal wave, it's an epochal shift. The EV as you knew it is officially over. I hate to be a defeatist but IMO it is time to wave the white flag. I myself am planning to move out within a couple of years and it is the thought of that helps get me through my New York days.