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More About The Big Apple<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I know New York City from the heights of Madison Avenue and Hollywood, writing for one of the most prestigious advertising agencies on earth then writing for one of the monstrous hit television shows of all time, awards, hot restaurants, killer loft, limos, first-class flights, comp Broadway theatre tics, A-list dinner-parties, and I know New York City from the depths of a gutter drunk, bowery bars, Hells Kitchen, lowlifes, women whose names I can\u2019t remember, stumbling down 4th Street, Times Square, Needle Park, burned-out tenement, transient hotels, incoherent on Canal Street, 10th Avenue, Avenue D, bolting to Las Vegas, Nevada for a taste of sanity.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.17.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”]<\/p>\n