Personal Narrative: My Life In New York

In my younger years, two wives and one husband ago, New York was the heart of the world- a stupendous stage where strangers sauntered the streets like factory smoke among stores and masses and sparkling lights. During the day, I used to sit at a corner café and drink conspicuous amounts of coffee just to cope with my nightmares. With nothing else to do and me being too scared to return to my apartment I would just sit and people watch as if I was a spectator at a zoo. From the businessmen with stern faces and suits to the performers whose skin was entirely ensconced by tattoos, they were a varied bunch of people.