I don’t find New York City all that glamorous. I mean I remember the first time I went there, and now I go a lot, and I just don’t see what the big fuss is about. I mean it’s dirty, loud, and it really only looks good at night, all lit up. People say that’s where dreams are fulfilled, but honestly you’ve got as much luck as you do anywhere else. I just don’t understand it when people are jealous of me for going, it’s not one of those postcards come to life, in a way it’s a let down. Just a concrete blanket of what was once beautiful land. But then again, that’s just me.



