From an email from my friend Nick, who is now employed again and working in the Chrysler Building. (He also lives in the East Village and pays about $200 a month in rent. If he weren’t such a nice guy, I’d be completely envious and loathe him):
I went out with one of my co-workers for his birthday. It was fun - we smoked cigars and pretended to be more important people that we really are. What was more interesting about the evening (you may or may not have heard about this), was that the story about that cat that was stuck between two buildings for the past 2 weeks, was actually the building right next to the cigar bar where we were. And while we were there, they rescued the cat. T.V. crews were there. It was ridiculous. The funniest part was when they held the cat up and it looked like shit and people were crying. Ya had to be there.
