Okay... that "fuck magazines, fuck everything" poem was wrong on two key levels.
I) It was Time Out New York not New York magazine
II) It was a pretty good quiz really. I just skimmed through it at the hair place. Lots of subway knowledge and building knowledge and Woody Allen movie knowledge required.
At the time of scrawling I felt that the mark that I'm a real New Yorker is that I'm so angry all the time. It's an imperfect idea.
I think the thing about me the that's the most real New Yorker is that I talk about sex audibly in restaurants. I think this is not the best trait, but it's very easy to do in New York and when it comes to talking about sex, I am so easy. What's to be done?
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