view from my dads balcony i can’t remember if i posted this upper west side shitupdate: i did post two of these in a different photo set but i like them together. my dads apartment is sooooo chill and for whatever reason (he certainly don’t need it) he gets reduced rent it’s something like 2100 for a spacious one bedroom with a balcony on the 29th floor in a great part of NYC like man my place is 1750 for two bedrooms where a bunch of shit doesn’t work, bad-ish part of town and a terrible landlord. this place will b mine one day i hope cos it’s great. even tho it has terrible memories. my dad when he wanted to scream and yell at me would take me out on the balcony and corner me and i had my first thoughts and plans of suicide at such a young age cos of that.
WO Gold and Belle: What was your first meeting like?