Marie found from Craiglist a 3 BR that wasn't too expensive, right in Bushwick. So right after work I went to meet her in Bushwich and head off to the place.
The landlord is this Italian-American man who lives in Long Island. When I told him I'm from Long Island, he got super excited, and we started to discuss Long island matters. He was a very nice guy, although you can tell he's probably the type of person who would brag about every little accomplishment or favorable circumstance he's in. Supposedly he said he's also neighbors with a huge superstar, and I couldn't helping thinking that 1) he might be full of c#$p, and 2) can he introduce me to her so i can have a powerful contact in the music industry?
The apartment itself was ok. It was a duplex with high ceilings, but the top floor of the duplex had a little too short of a ceiling and probably would have gotten really annoying for the person who was going to live in it. The stairwell also took up a lot of space in the common/living room area, so you wouldn't really have much of a living room. The bathrooom had a small jacuzzi tub, which is pretty awesome, though. I would love to have a small jacuzzi tub where I can go home to after work. Buy a rubber ducky. Bubble baths. Pretend I'm a submarine. you know, the usual.
We were interested, and went to one of his businesses to get an application. It turns out he used to bodybuild back in the day, and is super-Catholic. Has a ton of pictures of the Saints and his family plastered all over his wall. He's definitely old-school.
The next day, our other roommate went with Marie to see the place, and he didn't like it as much. And I think the landlord didn't like our other roommate as much, because he has a "faux-hawk". oh well. And to think about it later, it was a weird room layout. So I guess it was ok that we didnt' pounce on this badboy.
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