The East Village was once a cornerstone for New York City music, alternative culture, and was widely considered the home of everything “punk” — but things have changed quite a bit.
New York City
“I have almost five months clean you know, and I’m doing the right thing now,” he says to no one, shuffling past a row of Christmas trees for sale, the butt of a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Are you a gentrifier?
Whether you’ve been in New York for 3 minutes or long enough to be angry at an upstart puddle, here are six books that are, subjectively, quite excellent portraits of the Big Apple:
When you finally leave mom and dad’s nest and move to the Big Apple, a wave of disappointment typically rushes over you as you realize your life was not that of Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandlers or even Ross’s. No matter how much you try.
I wanted to go again. I wanted another fix of that thrill, the open freedom that only life on the road can give you. It didn’t matter that I’d only been home six weeks—I missed it.
While walking briskly on a cold night, the kind that is humid and frigid right before a morning snowfall, my eyes scanned Nostrand Avenue’s permanently shuttered and closing storefronts.
Last night I smoked a blunt with a 65-year-old woman.
Having the ability to think and feel in New York City? Well, that makes this whole “life” thing even better. At least, it has for me.
It’s a testing ground to prove yourself and your strength. The pains are plentiful, but the payoffs are equally many.