I moved to Manhattan when I was seventeen. Back then - nevermind what year it was, okay? - the Village wasn’t nice, safe clean and all full of chain stores. The building I ended up in was full of junkies, a fair amount of what we called “sexual deviants” when we were feeling charitable, struggling artistes, a range of kids trying to choose between
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