For some reason I hadn't seen True Romance until fifteen minutes ago. I'm not sure how I missed it when I spent so many weekends in high school watching Pulp Fiction. Two conclusions
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No matter how badly fucked up you are, if you have a car, you're pretty much golden. (Corollary: one of the many un-American things about New Yorkers is our general failure to own cars.) Yes, but there are so many other cool things about New York and being a New Yorker. (See conclusion #1.)
Oh yeah. I mean, I have no car. I love the subway. But watching Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette stumble into their purple Cadillac and drive off into the sunset, I was struck by the fact that I've traded in that ability by moving to NYC. As a New Yorker, if I had to rescue Christian Slater from a bloody showdown between the cops and the mafia, I'd have to drag him to Penn Station if I wanted to skip town. Which, as much as I love the New Jersey Transit, is not nearly as iconicly American as driving into the sunset.
Yeah, and dragging a bleeding lover to Penn Station in order to flee town is about as practical as calling (and then waiting for) a car service to get to JFK. It just lacks spontaneity.
I've never owned a car. It's one thing I'm kind of excited about getting, if I do find a job outside the city. Then I can cart all manner of bleeding lovers anywhere we need to go.
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Yes, but there are so many other cool things about New York and being a New Yorker. (See conclusion #1.)
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I've never owned a car. It's one thing I'm kind of excited about getting, if I do find a job outside the city. Then I can cart all manner of bleeding lovers anywhere we need to go.
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