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NEW YORK CITY
masochism at its most surreal

The Editrix asked me to submit an article on my adventures in the Big Apple over the last couple of years. I was quick to point out that I am not sure who my audience is or what exactly to write about; I am also passing that information on to you, the audience. Go easy on me.

I'll start with a little history. I moved there the summer of '93 to attend AMDA, an acting school Ah, I was immersed in melodrama for 15 months, 2 days and a couple of hellacious hours. I waited tables for the entire two years and there felt the "real" New York. I served slop for a living, made butt loads of cash, and blew it all on sushi, cabs, and $8.00 movies. Sick. Sick. Sick.

I use "masochism" and surreal for two very important reasons. One) They are the best words to describe the lifestyle of the city: Two) Used together they create the feeling of stepping out of a movie in the middle of the night on the lower east side or west or upper or whatever. Many a time I would step out of an old movie house and right into sirens, horns, screams and sheer craziness. It was such a kick, yet surreal..

Patience guys, patience.
I suppose I will just get this over with now. It;s loud, anxious, the weather is fickle, the people are fickle, the dogs have no grass (the humans have plenty of expensive crap), lots of parties, lots of money, lots of museums, art, music, pop culture, and piss on the side walks. Now. Interestingly enough in the midst of all this, you exist. It's incredibly lonely to walk among 8 million strangers. It's incredibly romantic to meet someone, take them home, fuck like banshees between latex and K-Y, and know that tomorrow you will never see them again. Rome doesn't seem that far away. Actually, Europe seems much closer and a much more likely place to go than say.. the Midwest. Who goes to the Midwest anyway? Those who have lived in New York for a few years (say five average) and have lost all contact with the outside world (except for what they have read) seem to embrace the idea that all of America is like Mayberry on a boring day. "Racism exists everywhere, except in Manhattan"...WRONG. "Sexism..." WRONG. "Homophobia..." WRONG. (Ever met anyone from Bensenhurst ?). It's the same shit everywhere you turn. Yes, there are fewer red necks, but more Mafia sleaze. It's a toss up as to which I'd like to meet in a dark alley.

Not a lot of bullshit where I was. Perhaps there is a lot on Wall Street, but I wasn;t making too many friends around there. No thanks I am not an iced, skim,

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