So over my time in NYC I have developed something that I think is very typical to New Yorkers and makes me feel like I am a true citizen of the city: an innate ability to look at people do dumb stuff, or to feel personally under attack, or to view homelessness and to display no signs of outward verbal or physical reaction whatsoever. I mean, after a while, you just are like, "Ok, like I haven't seen THAT before in this crazy city". It's almost like nothing surprises you anymore. But for me at least, it's still surprising, I have just learned how to continue through Times Square and not be late for work because I am tempted to take a picture with Spiderman or the Naked Cowboy. However, since I have been holding all these reactions in, I have a few things to get off my chest, and so I present:

To New York with Love
Volumne 1

Dear Bloody Lipped Guy Begging for a Quarter in Popeyes:
Just because the white man in the corner did not give you a quarter to use the payphone to call the cops when you got "jumped", gives you no reason to rip his biscuit from his mouth and call him the "white devil". At least if you are going to take the biscuit, eat it. Don't throw it on the ground!

Dear Fake New York Theatre Companies:
You are not allowed to say "Some pay" and "Travel Reimbursement" in your audition notice if that includes a Single Use Metrocard and a check from your company which won't exist next week after the show closes! And stop calling me back and keep me for hours and teasing me! Actors are people too. See Supporting evidence: " Porn Actors are People, too"
Ok so that's all I could find to support my case.

Dear Real New York Theatre Companies:
*sings* How come you don't call me......anymoooooooooo *end singing*

Dear Hipster Dude on the L platform at Union Square:
1) Your jacket doesn't fit. The back flap on your Peacoat is not supposed the same size as those little handy dandy flaps on the pajamas with the feet. Your whole butt should not be exposed.
b) Stop jumping up and down in a circle while waiting for the train to come! I got to pee too!

Dear Myriad of Hot Hispanic Guys:
Soy practicando mi espanol para ti! Llamame!

Dear Homeless (Yes all of you):
Ok so I filled my pocket with change at the beginning of the day to disperse among you. I don't have any more! I will give you some more if you promise to give me a lil bit next week because I plan to broke then.

Dear Breakdancing Guy at the Times Square Stop:
Ok, I think its fabulous that you said you would carry my babies. I'm just not ready for all that right now. Also, breakdancing in the station is an awesome job, but I don't know if it will support my kids. I am looking for a man with goals. Also, stop trying to holla at me and get back to breakdancing. Breakdancing is cool.


And Finally
Dear New York,
I love you.