I was lusted after walking down the streets of New York.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I fell in love with New York at some indeterminate point in my early years.
I got to New York when I was eighteen. I was knocking around, trying to be an actor, writer, musician, whatever happened.
When I was younger I decided I'd hop on the train to New York.
I fell in love with New York. It was like every human being, like any relationship. When I was a young New Yorker, it was one city. When I was a grown man, it was another city. I worked with many dance organizations and many wonderful people.
I loved experiencing city life in New York.
New York grabbed me too hard, as did adulthood.
New York was breaking my concentration and disintegrating my thoughts.
I'd been living on the streets of New York, and I was sleeping at my friends' houses, sometimes in the subway.
The spirit around leaving New York, for me, was that I just felt I needed to do something really outside of my comfort zone. And I really couldn't tell you at the time why I needed to do it. It wasn't like I was running from something dark; it was a desire to shake things up.
And I went to New York and died; for 10 years I walked those pavements. I can't think of New York without feeling uncomfortable and feeling like a failure.