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New York has energy, and all I can say is this: If you can’t handle it, stay the fuck out. Living in New York is a character-builder; you must know who you are, what you’re doing, where you’re going, and how to get there. No bullshit tolerated! New York people are tough and resilient. All the rest of you are varying degrees of soft.

Most outsiders can’t handle New York, so they wind up back in Big Loins, Arkansas, badmouthing The City for the rest of their lives. Actually, most of the people who run New York down have never been there. And if they ever went, we would destroy them in nine minutes. People hate New York, because that’s where the action is, and they know it’s passing them by. Most of the decisions that control people’s lives are made in New York City. Not in Washington, not on Pe

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Avenue. In New York City! Madison Avenue and Wall Street. People can’t handle that. Pisses ‘em off. Fuck ‘em!

And I’m really glad the Yankees humiliated the Braves in the World Series. I’m glad the gritty, tough, Third-World, streetwise New York culture triumphed over the soft, suburban, wholesome, white-Christian, tacky mall culture of Atlanta. Overgrown small towns like Atlanta have no business in the major leagues in the first place.

Concerning L.A. versus New York: I have now lived half my life in each of America’s two most hated, feared, and envied cities, and you want to know something? There’s no comparison. New York even has a better class of assholes. Even the lames in New York have a certain appealing, dangerous quality.

As an example of how hopeless California is, when I first got there, a policeman gave me a ticket for jaywalking. You have to understand the kind of people who live in California. They are willing to stand, passive and inert, on a curb, when absolutely no traffic is coming, or maybe just a little traffic that could easily be dodged. They simply stand there obediently and wait for an electric light to give them permission to proceed. I couldn’t believe this cop. I laughed at him. The ticket cost me about twenty dollars in 1966. Since that time, I figure I have jaywalked an additional thousand times or so without being caught. Fuck that lame-ass cop! I’ve managed to prorate that ticket down to about two cents a jaywalk.

One thing I find appealing in California is the emphasis on driving. I like to drive, I’m skillful at it, and I do it aggressively. And I don’t mean I scream at people or flash them the finger. I simply go about my passage swiftly and silently,

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with a certain deliberate, dark efficiency. In the land of the h unassertive, the aggressive man is king. Of course, in Los Angeles, everything is based on driving, even the killings. In New York, most people don’t have cars, so if you want to kill a person, you have to take the subway A to their house. And sometimes on the way, the train is delayed and you get impatient, so you have to kill someone k on the subway. That’s why there are so many subway murders; no one has a car. Basically, if more people in New York had cars, the subways would be a lot safer.

I hope you can tell, the Apple is still number one in my heart. I’m so chauvinistic, I even root for New York to raise more money than Los Angeles on the Arthritis Telethon. And 4 we usually do.

California: bordering always on the Pacific and sometimes on the ridiculous. So, why do I live here? Because the sun goes down a block from my house.

brain droppings StiAll T0WH5 Tou know you’re in a small town lite yt The restaurant closes at lunch so the waitress can go home and eat. H The mayor’s nickname is “Greasy Dick” and besides appearing on the ballot, it also appears on his driver’s license.

The fashion boutique/post office is located in one corner of the hardware store between the used milking machines and the pay toilet.

The police station is closed evenings and weekends, but they leave lit the sign that gives the time and temperature.

The newspaper prints the crossword puzzle on the front page above the fold, and prints the answers just below.

The zip code has three digits and features a decimal point.

The Narcotics Anonymous chapter has only one member, and he’s strung out on ranch dressing.

I’ve begun worshipping the sun for a number of reasons. First of all, unlike some other gods I could mention, I can see the sun. It’s there for me every day. And the things it brings me are quite apparent all the time: heat, light, food, a lovely day. There’s no mystery, no one asks for money, I don’t have to dress up, and there’s no boring pageantry. And interestingly enough, I have found that the prayers I offer to the sun and the prayers I formerly offered to “God” are all answered at about the same 50-percent rate.

A Whatever happened to Eddie? Where did he go? Seems like he was just here. And where’s Billy? And Bobby and Jackie and John? Jimmy, Paul, Vi

And where the fuck did Cameron come from? And Jordan and Justin and Shane and Parker? Tucker, Tyler, A Taylor, Carter, Fly

GEORGE CARLIN in? Brett? Brent? Blair? Cassidy? Where are all these goofy h names coming from? Say what you will about the national candidates in 1996, at least they had the decency to be named Bill, Bob, Al, and Jack. The popularity of first names is perishable; they pass in b and out of favor. Occasionally, newspapers will print the most popular names given to babies that year, and they’re never K the same as years before. You don’t run into many little girls named Bertha or Edith. Nor are there a lot of Netties, Effies, Opals, Hopes, or Pearls floatin’ around the day care. Ditto Ethel, Nellie, Myrtle, Agatha, and Mabel. And how many expectant parents are praying for a girl so they can name her Blanche, Clara, Agnes, or Lottie? None. You know why? 4 Because most of those women are in nursing homes.

But thanks to the “trendies”—and the sheer passage of time—someday our substandard nursing homes will be filled with Ambers, Kaylas, Tiffanys, Caitlins, Morgans, Courtneys, Whitneys, Cheye

There are even some girls whose names don’t end in “y” who can’t resist that trend: “Hi, my name is Margaret, but somehow, I spell it with an ‘i.” There are women named Faith, Hope, Joy, and Prudence. Why not Despair, Guilt, Rage, and Grief? It seems only right. ; “Tom, I’d like you to meet the girl of my dreams, Tragedy.” ‘ These days, Trajedi. I had an uncle who was embarassed because he had a

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woman’s name. We told him not to worry, lots of men have 6 women’s names: Leslie, Marion, Chris, Dale, Lo

his wife, Turk. ^ Do you know why hurricanes have names instead of

numbers? To keep the killing personal. No one cares about a k bunch of people killed by a number. “200 Dead as Number Three Slams Ashore” is not nearly as interesting a headline as “Charlie Kills 200.” Death is much more satisfying and entertaining if you personalize it. Me, I’m still waitin’ for Hurricane Ed. Old Ed wouldn’t

hurt ya, would he? Sounds kinda friendly. “Hell no, we ain’t 4§ evacuatin’. Ed’s comin’!” Guess the white guy: Odell, Tyrone, Tremaine, and Sparky. Guess the black girl: Cathy, Joan, Peggy, and Vondella. First names can even suggest how tough you are. Who would you want on your side in a bar fight? Arnold, Seymour, 0 Jasper, and Percy? Or Nitro, Hacksaw, Rhino, and Skull?

And, guys, which women would you rather run into when you’re out drinking: Lillian, Priscilla, and Judith? Or Trixie, Bubbles, and Candy? 1 The Ke