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Reply to "Farewell Charming Old New York: Part 2"

I know what you are saying Arabella. I have this friend who is a waiter, not an actor/waiter, artist/waiter, designer/waiter, dancer/waiter... but a waiter. God bless him, he's just a drunk. He shares an apartment in Manhattan with another mess. My friend works six days a week in a restaurant and actually makes a lot of money (well, anywhere else but here it's a lot). His share of the rent is like 2 grand a month! That means that his rent and $ for booze soak up his entire salary. He works six hard shifts a week just to get drunk and live in Manhattan. I keep telling him that he's crazy. He can get drunk anywhere, why work so hard? I tell him, "It's not like you go to museums or anything".
I guess that's not exactly what you are talking about Arabella but my point is about "quality of life". Why kill yourself if you can do what you do, in his case get drunk, in some more live-able place!
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