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:
“Street meat” isn’t a term for male prostitutes.
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.
A couple years ago, I was sleeping with this guy. At nineteen I had yet to realize that what I actually wanted was a relationship, and with whom I wanted this relationship to be was even less clear.
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.
I drove a mile or so to Duff’s Famous Wings, where I’d been once before…
Brooklyn has a slower pace of life than Manhattan.