Comfortable at home. Listening to WCBS 101.1 FM, 80’s night. Playing a video game. Nobody is bothering me. Roof over my head. Clean & comfortable bed on which to sleep sprawl. This is all I wanted in October and November, 1990, when I believed my string of lies and moved to this esoteric city of cities. Listening to traffic outside. Drivers trying hard to make their mark on this city with their useless carhorn blasting. Asshole bicyclists doing the same. Comfortable at home. That is all I wanted when moving to New York 25 years ago.