The Faux Press was an early adopter of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. In 1995, the street tax was high, hookers regularly made themselves at home on my stoop to shoot up, and at least one car a week was stripped and eventually burned in front of our loft. The nearby chop shop did a brisk business.
The air was rife with windblown garbage, the asphalt replete with dog poop, condoms, glass, and crack vials.
Those who lived in Williamsburg then made the neighborhood bearable with street art and performance, with our bravery. We added beauty and vitality to a neighborhood whose businesses closed their doors not at a given time, but at dusk, out of fear for their lives.
Was priced out in 2004 when Wburg got hip.
My heart's there and I must return.
Need an apartment and sustenance.
Perhaps you have some ideas to help bring me back to the Burg.
Leave a comment or email me at jannie.jan@gmail.com if you've inspiration.
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