Where it began

Smitty sat on the sun-baked roof of his 17 story apartment building located on the corner of South St. and Pearl on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. From such a lofty vantage point, he could see the breathtaking view of the Brooklyn skyline, easily defined by the infamous Brooklyn Bridge.
Ever since he could remember, that bridge had been there and he had come to find it’s constant presence reassuring. Not much in his fucked-up life was a constant, but knowing that it was there every single day, acting as a gateway for ass-hole Brooklynites to gain easy access to his beloved city and all the dreams it withheld, made him feel like somewhere, for someone, life still held possibilities.