I’m going through a comical rate of roommate turnover right now. It’s just bad luck that I had two brand new subletters decide to give up on New York City entirely after only ONE MONTH each. It’s making me look like that fish in the fish tank—the one you realize has been eating the other fish after they’ve started to mysteriously disappear.
I take solace in the fact that these NY early deserters will have to live with a seed of shame in their stomachs every time they hear Jay-Z’s “Empire State of Mind.”
PS - They probably just moved out because they couldn’t process me with a normal brain.