Fifth-floor floor-through,

no elevator.

Rear garden with fountain,

no access.

Good-looking landlord,

four children.

But:

The fireplace works.

Norman Mailer once attended a party on the second floor.

And Sheridan Square is just two blocks away.

Which is why I decided that:

It is not hard to wash dishes in a tub.

Roaches can be fun.

Falling plaster lends a certain charm.

And two hundred and ten dollars a month

Is a worthwhile investment for:

three beards

one dancer

one actress working as a waitress

one painter

one copywriter gathering material for a caustic denunciation of

Madison Avenue

one dentist taking philosophy courses at the New School

and

one insurance salesman

(maybe he’ll move).