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Sad To leave. Even sader to be back. New York was alot of insanly long hours for shitty. Shitty pay. I think I ended up breaking even. Not really drinking my check, but always looking up and saying what the fuck happend that hundred dollor bill. And then saying it more than two nights in a row and then repeating. But I gotta find a way back to NYC. I love the feeling I get there. I've been home for like 3 or 4 days and I've already had a black out drunk day. But whatever this is the now.