CLICK HERE for my hilarious, smoke-billowing-out-the-nose rant about all the things that make New York a truly hateful place to live.
Here’s a quick sampler of the reasons:
“Drunks still regale you with their unasked-for recollections of ‘where I was on 9/11’.”
“The ‘dollar pizza’ signs down the block make it hard to put your apartment on the market as a ‘swanky co-op in a chi chi location’.”
“People still wait on a line for a cupcake.”
And there’s so much more marvelous venom awaiting if you’d only read the column.
Reason 42: I hate when I have to beg!