Love You. Mean It.

"It's easy to get lost in this city," Detective Ledroit said.

I don't know if it was truer in the '80s or today.

New York City is the greatest city in the world. (I've visited many of them, and so far, that statement reigns true.)

But boy does it make you feel like you're in hell. And I'm not only talking about the subway in the middle of summer. If it's not the people, then it's the circumstances. It's loud, rude, stinky, unforgiving, and downright demeaning. What cracks me up is that despite there being so many reasons to not come— or stay here—I love it more than any other place on Earth.

These stories I write here will be my tell-all. My diary. My confessions. My frustrations with the greatest love I've ever had.