I was born and raised in Greenwich Village in the coolest city in the world, New York City.
People are always surprised when they find out I have lived in the center of the universe since conception, a true born-and-bred New Yorker among so many transplants.
Over the years, I have seen New York change from a place I could go trick or treating at the local bodega (because the owner knew my name and mom trusted there wouldn't be any razors slipped into my candybar), to a dizzying land lined with one impersonal trail of Duane Reade drugstores after another.
Seeing my childhood mom and pop stores being pushed out by big businesses because they have lost their leases has always made me sad and nostalgic for what once was.
In recent years that sadness has turned to outrage when gentrification has dared to topple some of our coolest, most historic landmarks like the loss of CBGBs And now I just read that the iconic Chelsea Hotel is under attack.
Change what you must but BACK THE F#*k OFF OF OUR ROCK ROYALTY!!!