Slum Dog Millionaire

I'm about to move for the 6th time in a year and half of living in this wonderful big apple. I guess it's just a rite of passage to own only what you can carry in a car service from one end of Brooklyn to the other, right? I may not have any pots and pans but boy do I own many a spangled costume and a whole slew of teeth whitening trays. Anyways, as I sat around my apartment (really just two pillars of dust held together by millions of layers of paint) with my fab roomies we reminisced about the great time we've spent in east flatbush. The convo went something like this:
Hey guys I'm really gonna miss this place
yeah me too, we've had so many wonderful times here and so many memories!
Yeah just remember that time we had no heat, hot water or gas during the winter?
That was so much fun, sleeping together orphan style bundled under seventeen coats trying to preserve body warmth!
Or what about that time we got bed bugs three times in matter of months.
I loved that! We had to keep getting all our costumes dry cleaned and nothing is better than that chemical smell.
Yeah my fave part of that was the sleepless anxiety you get when you think you're covered in blood suckers.
I loved it when you would run into my room and tear of all your clothes showing me your young nubile skin and asking me to count all your bites.
Oh gosh and remember when one bit me in the eye and I look like Quasimodo for two days and I didn't have to go into work cause no one in their right mind would buy a dildo from me?

Always the optimistic one! xox

But the best part is when we got the whole building to rally together and demand better living conditions by protesting in front of our landlord's upper east side office. It was the day after the Oscars and we were shouting " We're slumdogs you're a millionair." Then like an activist's wet dream Freida Pinto from the Oscar winning movie SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE walks out of the building next door and joined us for a picture. True Story. I gotta say I would take it all over again just for the serendipitous brush with fame and miracle.

This is a picture of her right at our protest!