New York I love you but you're bringing me down.

[guns_n_butter]

I hate moving. My house is in ruins. I can't relax because there is nowhere I can look and not see something that needs to be done. I constantly agitated and will snap at the drop of a hat

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[jr_bee]

Dude, did it cross your mind how hard it's going to be to find a place in New York? Did you stop to think that it was going to be expensive? And that there would be lots of other people looking for 'affordable' space too? And that in general it would be crowded? No more country estate for you son. The green pastures of Fairbanks can no longer shelter you. You have chosen this for yourself and now you must abide. Do you know how many black people there are in New York? Not just blacks, but all the colors. Think about that. All the colors. No special favors for you anymore, buddy. You're just one white dude in a sea of colored folk now, good luck with that. And the rats? Good god! And you're leaving your cats...perhaps that decision is a microcosm of the whole decision. Have you considered that the representative microcosm of the decision might be laced with disaster? What does that spell for the whole endeavor? Do I need to connect the dots for you? Do I need to hold your hand? I certainly hope not because this hand is going no where near those rats. And what are you going to do about all of the hookers? Have you given that any thought? What with tempting sex workers flying around everywhere? All you had to deal with in GR was Division. Now try to picture a whole Metropolis based on Division. Let it sink in. It smells bad, doesn't it? Did you stop to think what the smell was going to be like? The flowering yards of East Grand Rapids will be dead to your nostrils, replaced by the acrid smell of urine, death, and decomposing dreams. Oh, the misguided dreams, failed seekers, finding their endgame in the anonymity of the Big Apple. Has it occurred to you that you might be the worm in this mental picture? The worm, crawlng toward the apple, to sup on the oh-so-sweet flesh, burrowing toward the core. And what good is a core? A core, stripped of its firm and lovely flesh. I guess you're going to find out, and it's no one's fault but your own.

Never wanted to go more.

[guns_n_butter]

Mr. Wizard everybody. . . give it up for Mr. Wizard.

Re: chew on this one

[17aurelianos]

I always liked the word 'endgame'

I like when chess terms find their spot in the common tongue.