So this mirrored monstrosity happened in the past 9 years. My friend, Merlin, and I took a sentimental journey to the lower east side last week. Depressing. Once it was the kind of place you could get a $10 bag of heroin. Now you can get a $10 thimble of artisanal soy latte. From Varick street, you have a lovely view of this erection of mirror and concrete, some Trump or Trump like tower. Trump’s idealized phallus, a gaudy middle finger to all of us, the unrich, who once infested like roaches this prime real estate.