by Rachel Lynch in

NYC does it bigger than guns and bigger than cigarettes. No one every got anywhere playing by the rules or staying in their bed. You walk down the street just to catch sight of the NYPD and make friends with the 2AM corner lurkers. Everyone here has a story and a struggle, it's like a playpin for restless souls. No one likes where they are, and no one's winning; because it new york, we don't use numbers to keep score.