There’s too much stuff in too little space. You can never find a place to park, you have to push through mobs of people on every street to get anywhere, and every bar and restaurant is always packed. You hear about a place, like, “this place makes good burgers,” and when you go, there are hundreds of people trying to get in and the wait is two hours. People say it’s like Disney World, and while Disney World is fun—”whoo! Disney World!”—no one wants to live in Disney World.
The cost, especially the cost of apartments. You can live here pretty cheaply, I think, at least in terms of shopping and eating, if you know where to go, but you can’t ever find anywhere cheap to live. Your only option is way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, and even then you’re probably stuck in a tiny place that’s falling apart. Living in Manhattan is so off limits that it isn’t even funny, and I don’t know anyone who can say differently. My wife and I just barely afford our apartment, and we share a small bathroom and closet. We used to want kids but we wouldn’t be able to fit them in there. How do people do it? There are a lot of times we ask ourselves why we don’t just move.
The Barclays Center
I don’t have too much to complain about. New York is heaven compared to New Delhi, where I grew up. Last time I went there I was convinced I was going to get sick just drinking the water or breathing the air, and if I didn’t, then I would get robbed and stabbed on the street. Compared to that, New York feels safe, even the parts with bad reputations. Bed-Stuy is nothing compared to what I’m used to. I do wish it was less expensive, but since I drive, it isn’t so hard for me to get home every night. Not a big deal.
“Brooklyn via Israel”
Sometimes I hate so much about this place I forget why I moved here in the first place, but then I remember: the women. Let’s see, I hate the subway and how it always smells like piss, and how people don’t know to move to the center or keep their music down; I hate how my studio costs more than a thousand fucking dollars a month; I hate the tourists and the Wall Street douches. Sometimes I fantasize about half the city just disappearing so the rest of us can have space to spread out and cheaper apartments. I think about that a lot.