Yesterday evening I received a drunk dial from my old landlord Stanley, who was my hero my first year in Brooklyn. I eventually moved away because I couldn't afford the place without my parents help but have often thought about Greenpoint and my time there. 3 years later:
Willy- eets Stanley! Guy move from your apartment- eets free! Willy, you good guy, you live here, I know you, I don't charge more rent. Willy!
...to be continued.