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Brooklyn, New York. How many years has it been since I moved into this rooftop room around here? I ran away from home right around this time of year back then. I was a college student with barely any savings, but then my friends said they were moving out too, so I thought, "This is it!" and we just signed the lease together on a whim. The rusty iron stairs are the only way in, so I'm honestly scared every day that they might collapse. Plus, there's always some random flower pot or skateboard wax rolling around on the steps. Since it's a rooftop room on a three-story building, the view is actually pretty decent. Noise between floors? Ah, don't worry about it. If the people downstairs were sane enough to report us, they wouldn't be living in this house at this price. If you just poke your head out, you can smell the savory grease from the pizza shop on the first floor. Sometimes they sell limited-edition hot dogs, too. Those are seriously delicious. And the clothing store across the street—I don't know what kind of speakers they use, but the music is insane. Though it's also true this building has zero soundproofing. Also, whenever any of us gets money, we don't pay the rent first; we spend it on repairs for the beat-up used car we all ride together or on buying new skateboards. When the pizza shop closes, you can see a big piece of graffiti on the shutter, and I'm the one who did that. I spent some time sneaking around with spray cans. The neighborhood isn't exactly high-end, so police cars pass by occasionally, but they blare their sirens so much that we always know exactly when they're coming. And this is a secret... but sometimes we do "dangerous things" at home. I'm not the only one, you know? All three of us have tried it. Whatever it is, it's probably more incredible than you're imagining. What else would three idiots do when they get together? We have to do something fun. Anyway, it's a perfect replica of old Bushwick—noisy every night, but a good place. And the guys I live with, well, they're alright. ...But these jerks, why have they been acting so close lately?