When I worked around the corner, I spent a lot of time on St. Marks. Not really doing anything cool, though. I was purely a daytime tourist: through the bulk of my time working in the area, I lived in the unarguably least cool part of NYC, the Upper East Side. I merely lingered on the fringes of cool places during cool-people hours, eventually coming and going from the apartment on 2nd, which, no matter that the book calls it “around the corner from St. Marks,” is functionally St. Marks. Perhaps this scumbag-grifter-NYC-dating-scene-vibe of always being in your GF’s apartment because it is way closer to work was St. Marks culture.

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