Yes I have had night[day]mares about this guy's place. My apartment still smells of stale smoke though I have showered well and washed everything in hot water.
The thought of having to go back there makes me want to drink. I'll never forget the smell. Ever.
P.S. - I also knew someone who had a place like his office. Unfortunately she was an insane old woman who rescued animals off the streets of Harlem.
If you got lost in town and ended up at her place you could easily mistake one for the other. The only difference in her dilapidated place and his dilapidated place was that he had electricity. But put a lamp in her place and voila! An infectious disease clinic is born.
If only she had an anal speculum. Oh the money she could make.
Or maybe the UES is the best place to have one of these clinics. Makes sense I guess. Tell someone on 5th Avenue that they have a worm and the money will flow faster than greased lightening.