New York City is never more than a three-hour drive away but in towns like Colonie and Cohoes and Coxsackie (gotta love the name) it might as well be a million miles…
Every night, four beers, three or four gins, bottle of wine, brandy at bedtime, topped off with a Xanax. That’s a lot of alcohol, man. You can’t get used to life without your wife.
I don’t know which was worse: losing my girl or my white‐over‐blue Monte Carlo.
My friends in the Midwest had warned me about New York.
“You’re crazy going there without job,” they said. “New York will chew you up and spit you out.”