If you don’t have 7 minutes to watch this architect give a tour of his 78-square-foot live/work space in Midtown Manhattan, then just eat a bowl of microwaved eggs under a twin bed to get the same effect.
Okay, when you move to NYC, you know that you’re most likely going to live in an apartment that is smaller than Parasite Hilton’s snatch (and has more bugs too). But this dude is going beyond! Dude pays $800 a month to live in a giant coffin that has no kitchen AND his ass has to share a bathroom with the other apartments on his floor. David Blaine couldn’t sit in that apartment for longer than a few hours without an assistant feeding him ice chips through a door slot.
Even though this apartment is just as big as the refrigerator Cherie’s stupid got stuck in during that very special episode of Punky Brewster, it’s not the size that bothers me. Call me a spoiled bitch, but I’m way too old to be smelling someone else’s shit fumes while I’m getting a glass of water from the shared bathroom sink.