I hate New York.
I hate New York because it is this black hole of supposed freedom
and let loose creativity
and on these premises drags the brightest of up coming stars and eats of their glow until they die die die.
Because New York freedom means having nothing to lose,
means drugs and a life as a sans papier and the only help you get is from the Pakistani in the bodega on the corner, he who also has a law degree and loves to point that out
and doesn't even notice when you steal a big pack of Oreos, as long as you pretend to listen to his useless unfulfilling shit.
I hate New York for it's Potemkin culiss that promises solutions to beautiful souls that are not suppose to find the balance in their lives and never will.
Not even in New York.