Monday, March 17th, 2003

I'm going into a large warehouse to look at an apartment. I keep thinking that since Susannah and I are both artsy types, our chances should be good. We go up to a door inside the building and knock. A woman anwers the door and tells me she has two items for sale. She gives me a sheet of paper. It describes a 37-regular jacket from "The French Connection". On the back is a scene of people on the street with the letters "Taking Shit For Connecticut". On the sleeves are other scenes from the movie. I knock on the door of a darkroom and want to ask to see the jacket before I buy it. They're asking $40.