At Least We Was Free

Ford To City: DROP DEAD.  They was golden words to us.

Back then, there was at least two New Yorks.

There was TV New York, the one you see at the beginning of TV shows like Barney Miller or Welcome Back Kotter. Long shots of skyscrapers, maybe cut with a street scene or two.

Them scenes got as much to do with real New York as Bugs Bunny does with a real rabbit.

We lived in the park then, your mother and me, in a cave they since filled in with concrete.

Dangerous? Maybe. But at least we was free.

 

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