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On Wake Up Calls - Part II

So, we've moved. Many things are different, starting from street parking, and all the way up the annoyance scale to cockroaches and ever-present puddle in the elevator.
It's surprising, how many people are afraid of dogs in our neighborhood. It's like it isn't New York (and it isn't, it's Brooklyn).
But what is New York? Or, to be precise, what were my expectations of becoming a New Yorker? Quite frankly, I didn't have any well-formed ones, and as a result, I'm not really disappointed.
In theory, yes, it's a city of opportunities, fortune, fame and all the good stuff. Money, for instance. For some people, that is. Still a good thing.
In practice, however, it's just a relatively big city, where many people live, mostly because they were born here, and don't know any other places, except this one. Some, and many, too, do move in from other places, though, in search of a bright future. This is why service sucks in so many places around here, in my honest opinion - every other waiter or sales associate is an aspiring somebody else, which has a direct effect on the quality of service.
My search for a band, though not yet complete, hadn't brought any results as of the time of this writing. Several people I met so far were not just going to have fun jamming with me, they were auditioning me; they all are working on some very special projects, where a very special individual (may be, even me) was going to take a very key part.
Some asked me to chip in to pay for the rehearsal studios, where the aforementioned auditions were held.
I did, although I do not believe in auditions, especially the ones paid for by auditionees.
Regardless of my beliefs, or participation in paying for the studio, I got no offers of any kind.
I am yet to find a place, where I could just come and just jam, as I used to. Having a full-time job (in Oyster Bay, which amounts to 1 - 1.5 hours of commute twice a day), though, doesn't really help in this situation, because the places I heard of are located in Manhattan and have sessions on weeknights, starting around 1 a.m., ending - I am guessing - around 3 - 4 a.m., and leaving me with a very little time to sleep until 5 a.m., when I usually wake up before work...

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