Can I please be your little minion, live in a rundown New York closet/apartment, spend my nights at my computer with my feet in my chair trying to avoid the rats? If I hear a shooting, a distant ambulance siren, I am almost sure I'll wonder about those people and myself at first. It won't be long though before I have focus and will write and take photographs like nobody has ever seen before. I just know it.
So what do you think, Seth? Do you need someone to clean your office?
P.S. If it's okay I'll take the weekends to go clean this guy's house.