So yesterday – overheard in Greenpoint – I swear.
Approximately 28 year old, Olive Oil-physiqued, helium-voiced, transplant says to some Molly in the most infinite leisure time tone:
“Yah, soooo I found this sweet $1,800 a month 1 BR in, in, uhhm, “Gonowus”??? I think? It’s like, umm, North East from here [Greenpoint] with no trains. They mentioned it’s like a super fund site. But yah……… yah.”
You can’t make this fucking shit up. I felt like snapping every one of his coffee stirrer bones in half.