Here I am. One of only two residents left in an entire building block in Lower Manhattan. A developer has managed to buy out everyone else except me and the manwhore in the apartment next door. I say manwhore because: 1. He's the hottest thing I've seen on two legs. (it shouldn't be a reason but it kinda explains reason number two) 2. The screams of ecstasy coming from his apartment on a regular basis. On the day I find out my boyfriend is a worthless, low-life cheating jerk, I get too drunk too care with my bestie and manage to lock myself out of my apartment. Then...I'm not exactly sure how...