In fair New York, where we lay our scene
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elseworldexilesIt's been said there are eight million stories in the Big Apple. Modern New Yorkers scorn this as an underestimate, though the more cynical ones will hold forth on the topic of how many stories are the same old, same old. Others will argue that every story is different, because New York makes them so. This surging, seething city: the hot spot of the American melting pot, where so many first set foot on American shores, where so many come seeking fame and fortune, where so many find only disappointment or despair or even death, where a few manage to hitch their dreams to that morning star.
"Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display," said Jerry Rubin. All the world may be a stage, and all the men and women merely players, but who plays what? Who gets the leading role, and who will forever be stuck in the chorus line? Who will remain a stage-door Johnny, and who will be able to move from lead actor to director ... or the even more powerful position of producer?
Cast, crew, backers, and audience ... each one brings their own meaning to that granite beehive where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar.
New York City. Center of the universe.
If you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere.
"Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display," said Jerry Rubin. All the world may be a stage, and all the men and women merely players, but who plays what? Who gets the leading role, and who will forever be stuck in the chorus line? Who will remain a stage-door Johnny, and who will be able to move from lead actor to director ... or the even more powerful position of producer?
Cast, crew, backers, and audience ... each one brings their own meaning to that granite beehive where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar.
New York City. Center of the universe.
If you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere.
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Date: 2007-05-18 07:30 am (UTC)Some schmoe's whining about more time, more money, swimmin' in apologies. Same shit they always spout. They always think they're gonna find an angle.
Trouble is, when they call Mr. Fixit to solve a problem, the problem is solved. No two ways around it.
This time, the size of his mitt manages to muffle the crack of the limbs, so just maybe the six-year-old up on the fifth floor won't wake up to a sound he won't never forget.
The cigar burns out of the corner of his mouth, and the night casts shadows on his features, so the sap that tried to outfox Lensherr can't even see the face of his tormentor.
It must be a good hour or so that the man's just gotta lay there on the pavement, bleeding out with no functional limbs - with something else getting broken every time he tries to make a deal, to find some way out of it.
Eventually, the bulky mountain of a man grows tired, and picks his victim up and tosses him in a dumpster for the rats to finish off.
When you need somethin' broken beyond repair, Mr. Fixit's the man you call.