I was once a New Yorker. I am no longer. I should explicate further—I never technically lived in New York, unless you count a two-year period on Governors Island when I was a kid. I lived in New Jersey, in Hoboken and West New York. Pre-9/11, I took the ferry into Lower Manhattan, and post-9/11, I took the bus into the Fabulous Port Authority bus terminal. But I never actually lived in the city. Close enough, I figured—I spent 12 hours a day there, in Times Square, of all places.
This reminds me of one of my favorite books, Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe. The beginning is hilarious when the lead character, a bond trader, talks about how he makes $1 million a year and can't make end meet.
All the (good) clubs are in Brooklyn now. And bars in Manhattan close at 2-3 AM?
Last paragraph is right on
This reminds me of one of my favorite books, Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe. The beginning is hilarious when the lead character, a bond trader, talks about how he makes $1 million a year and can't make end meet.