I often wonder if people are sick of New Yorkers always talking about New York City. Living here makes up such a part of who we are, that "New Yorker" often becomes a personality trait. And why wouldn't it? This city has been hyped for years as this international hub of good cuisine, fine entertainment, … Continue reading it’s up to you, New York
It was a rare moment for me to feel so domestic, and it made me wonder who'll be the one who gets to see it later on.
When there's a carnival barker for each and every one of Earth's attractions, I may as well find the most satisfying show.
I don't understand why many want to stay a pair of eyes. And my campaign against it never got off the ground.
I cannot abide by these safety rules it when it comes at another person's expense. Especially mine.
Something keeps telling me the more shit I can handle, the greater the payoff will eventually be.
The Powers that Be thought they'd've broken everybody's spirits by now.
You can snark about Manhattan all you want. But I live here. I've loved here. And I'm not ready to wave my white flag just yet.
We have to batten down for one final shit-monsoon before we can emerge squeaky clean on the other side.
People are not commodities. We can't just be picked up and thrown out like yesterday's garbage. People have been doing that for centuries, disposing of those they find no longer necessary. Some even go as far as to take their physical life. I say no more. I say we avoid that as much as we … Continue reading yeah, fight the system