Want to know who your friends are? Get mugged. Or go homeless. Or ask for help. That'll sort the men from the boys for sure - or the women from the girls in this case. "You are on my prayer list and I worry about you, especially when I hear things like 'mugging'. I think you need to get out of that city", Sylvia writes. And I appreciate the thought, but I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I was born here, and even when another friend writes of all the avarice and greed and shit that flies around here, that doesn't deter me at all. For all the people who think making it here is tough, or feel some hardened cynicism about the place, I would like to invite them to take all their money, their life savings, retirement and all, and start a business in Seoul, Korea - like I did. Because, I can tell you from experience, it was a whole lot scarier than anything I've seen here so far. People thinking that making it in New York is such a big deal, don't know anything about doing business in the largest market in the world. Asia. And I pulled that off - against all odds. And funny, what killed that business was America's stumbling foreign policy, and a president who embodied what rhymes with stumbling but begins with a 'B' (see right sidebar top intro). Thank you Sylvia. Thanks for having confidence and trust in me. And thank you for being you.
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