Nothing would suprise me. I really hate living in NY.
They can call me racist I don’t care, Patterson is a moron.
“...I really hate living in NY....”
Leave, like I did. No sirens screaming all night, no problems parking, fresh air, stars visible at night, and when the dog wants to relieve her bladder I just open the back door, instead of taking the elevator ten floors down.
N.Y.C. is addictive, but once you have the Manhattan monkey off your back, life suddenly seems, well, wonderful.