Current status: paying $70 to take an Uber to work, care of a well-dressed driver named Roberto who’s blaring Sinatra in my ear. Feel like I’m en route to another meeting with Batista over the Castro/Che problem, but no, just another day of DRG Downgrade appeals with assorted hospital clients, paying top dollar to get paid.

“I’m gonna make a brand new start of it—Metropark, Metropark.”

Somebody kill me.