My super told me that she found what remained of the electric oven/toaster in the courtyard but the tenant refused to admit he had thrown it out the window. All I could think was how awful it would be to go out with friends and come back three to four hours later and your life is upside down. To this day I will not buy a toaster oven…
The apartment was so rundown that the floorboards had spread apart and you could clearly see into the apartment below through the wide cracks. They could literally see up my skirt when I walked around above them.
Madonna’s story: “The tall buildings and the massive scale of New York took my breath away. I felt alive. But I was also freaked out by the smell of piss and vomit everywhere, especially in the entryway of my third-floor walk-up.”
These were my wild NYU days and I had lots of romantic encounters. My interactions with men in my building, however, were not always so romantic.