James Street walker wants evening strolls

I live on James Street in an apartment with tall windows and radiators that hiss like they're angry. I'm thirty four, freelance writer, which means I'm broke in a romantic way. I want someone who values creativity over income, who'll read my drafts without being asked, and who understands that when I say I need to write I mean I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few hours. I'm not ignoring you, I'm becoming a better version of myself. Come to the Pastabilities with me and let me pay because I sold an article this week and I'm celebrating.