In my dream D deftly pulls his car into the little garage below the brownstone. We are trying to slip into the movies without running into an annoying guy we know, but first I want to show D the apartment I’ve been using as a studio space. I go down some steps, open the door and find it’s being used as a sex club. It’s a bit annoying, and the story is the same for the next three buildings. The men are cruising us, and I like how the neighborhood is transforming, but when will I work?