Last night as we walked down our hallway towards our apartment, we couldn't help but notice a rancid smell. It was strong, musty and almost sour...definitely something natural. Later in the evening we heard two women walking past our door saying, "Oh my god, it smells terrible!" and Jonah and I looked at each other and there it was, the unspoken...that was then spoken, "Someone on this floor may have died." And it was a sad moment but a New York moment nonetheless.

On further thought, I think one of the models in the building finally croaked after 2 years of a sparkling water and saltines diet. Oh wait, nevermind, we're on the 5th floor and the models are on the penthouse floor.