My dear pal and lovely neighbor has officially moved out.Packed his bags and planted himself in Bed-Stuy.
No more drop-ins from Jesus, asking to borrow my fanny pack.
No more impromptu glasses of wine with Vito.
No more "changing light bulbs" at 3:30 in the morning.
No more playing Bowie to inspire a knock on the door.
No more adoring my upstairs neighbor.
Okay, perhaps I'll really like the GIRL that's moving in, but the chances are slim that she'll be even half as lovely as Adam.
Sob.
Sob.
Sniffle.
No more drop-ins from Jesus, asking to borrow my fanny pack.
No more impromptu glasses of wine with Vito.
No more "changing light bulbs" at 3:30 in the morning.
No more playing Bowie to inspire a knock on the door.
No more adoring my upstairs neighbor.
Okay, perhaps I'll really like the GIRL that's moving in, but the chances are slim that she'll be even half as lovely as Adam.
Sob.
Sob.
Sniffle.
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