I have lived in Greenwich Village all my life, that I can remember at least. But it's not a village, it's a neighborhood,where the buildings are old, and small, definitely not like the skyscrapers, who are so tall they seem to have been stretched. My neighborhood's buildings are quiet and respectful, living in their calm manner, like a pond. My apartment is two floored, with big windows. Big windows to see the world -my world- out of. 

There's a guy that sits on the bench outside the bar next to my house. He always has a cigar in his hand. He never stops it, that cigar in his mouth and his raspy voice chattering about sports. Whenever I walk by, he's always blowing on that cigar. It's as if he's the only one on this planet, blowing away by himself.  He always has beer to go along, like ornaments on a Christmas tree.