Long Forested Street
2015, it was a warm night in August. I had just arrived at the 13th Street dorms in one of those overpriced cabs that wave you down right when you exit JFK. On my way over the Williamsburg Bridge, I saw the city skyline and I felt grown up and excited. The air was sticky when I pulled my duffel out of the trunk and lugged it up the stoop. A student at the entrance invited me upstairs. My room was a double at the end of the hall, about a hundred fifty square feet, with grey laminate floor, a bunk bed, fluorescent lights, and thick pipes sprawled across the ceiling. From outside the window I hea
