It's been one month now and Gotham has yet to spit me back out. This city has taught me many things, some by choice, most by force. The one thing about New York is that you immediately know where you stand, and you better look up if you want to move in any direction. From the moment you arrive, New York starts kicking you in the balls while asking rudely what the hell are you going to do about it? 

Hell, New York is proof that sin exists in this world. Where else can a 30 minute train ride take you from the height of world power, where the richest men live in the most outlandishly opulent homes, to the lowest forms of humanity, retching from the stink of their own heinous existence and eating from garbage cans? These aren't foreign looking individuals easily forgotten by flipping on the tube either. These are good, red-blooded Americans like you and I. But every now and then, when the mood is just right, these two worlds cross over into one another. Sure, it may be only to rape each other in a blood soaked orgy of wealth versus violence, but who am I to judge? These are the moments that make a blip on the local news, get talked about for a day or so, then forgotten for the rest of time. But in these moments you can make your mark, you can change the course of time. One crushing blow to someones income, or four rounds into the chest cavity will do that. It’s all quite easy if you live in New York.

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