New York, New York: that’s one hell of a shadow you cast. The classic image of the city – that dark and terrifying Sodom where lawlessness and creativity join in a thrilling dance, the place where anything awful is possible and where people get off on that very possibility – it looms over the psyche of alienated teenagers everywhere. The promise of so much chaos and unchecked weirdness testifies to a strange kind of romance and freedom. Make it there and you can make it anywhere, sure, but if you make it there – as in, if you can physically get . . .
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