Remember how yesterday I said that the piledriver wasn't so bad? Yeah, well, I was wrong. Imagine having an angry giant monster, jumping up and down, right next to your house. Everything is bouncing, books are falling off shelves. As I work at home, I'm sure today is going to be a really productive day.
And you know, if any of you new Williamsburg condo owners are reading—which I doubt—you guys must be out of your minds. The "luxury" condos next door are being built on a hazmat site. The ones across the street are built on a bubbling field of oil and those down the street are being constructed on top of a brown field that's laid dormant for the last decade because it was so toxic!
Why on earth would you move here when there are really nice neighborhoods with things like trees? I was in Fort Greene this weekend and would gladly trade up if it weren't for monetary constraints. But you people buying million-buck condos? You don't have those problems. Your only dilemma is that you have more money than sense. Wait until you start having kids with six arms and giant goiters.