LETTER THIRTY-TWO

What is life without a little regret?

I am sorry to hear about you apartment woes.

But, just as I would be a poor fit for living in The Village (even if we could pretend for a second that it was financially possible) or anywhere cool like that, I think you would have been a poor fit for a Kensington home. I think maybe we’re both to cynical to ever live in cool places among cool people. I’m not sure if that’s good or what, but there it is. We’re bums, friend—and we ain’t cool. Maybe one day though…

 

H