Last Exit to Brooklyn

On July 13, 2011—ten years ago yesterday—I moved to New York City. I arrived, parallel parked the U-Haul I had driven down from Boston, carried all my stuff into my apartment, chased a cockroach around my bedroom, and then, not having caught the cockroach, headed to a bar on Smith Street where, in an apparent parody of what living in Brooklyn would be l…

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