If you have to be single and you have to be bitter and you also have to be without family for the holidays, Manhattan is the only place to be. And praise Jesus for the Jews, the Chinese, and the alcoholics. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be able to have sex, eat, or forget all the people I’d had sex with.
As I turned onto Twelfth Street I thought, But that’s what’s so great about New York. All these people exist here and they don’t give a shot about Christmas either.