When you rent long enough in New York City, two possible scenarios happen. One, you either can afford the nice neighborhoods and why wouldn't you want to stay? Or two, you cannot afford the nice neighborhoods and everyone you know who lives in the suburbs are like, "You live in a box yo." Living in disillusion kind of like accidentally eating a tapeworm. At first the disillusion don't matter all that much until one day the tapeworm finds its way to your brain, grows big, and you're like, "I have an 8 ft tapeworm in my body and I'm not even 6 foot tall." All this to mean that you sometimes don't know how crazy your point of view is until one day you realize, "WTF?!" But I mean, there's good points to being crazy, like thinking you can make french fries at home and...