the beauty of growing up in new york is that you're quite aware of how delicate life is. a sense of safety is fleeting. you could be jumped, punched, stabbed, shot, blown up, hit by a bus, pushed on to the subway tracks, electrocuted by a grate or mauled by a crack-addled pit bull at any moment. so you'd better enjoy yourself while you can.
oh, and while you're enjoying yourself and loving the world and befriending the person next to you, who then starts coughing his lungs out, remember - he's probably just given you TB.
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