Pipe Dreams! Only in New York.

Right now somewhere in Mississippi there is a 12 year old not-so-straight boy watching archive Bob Fosse routines on YouTube.  Practicing and praying that all his years as president of the Drama club results in a starring role on Broadway--he'll take a supporting role, but only if he has to. 
People everywhere identify the City of New York as a place where dreams come true.  And it isn't some self-confabulated idea either, every movie from "Miracle on 34th Street" to "Sex and the City 2" has celebrated the grandeur of New York. 
As much as this city is cosmopolitan and cultured, it is also gritty and grimy.  That's the real beauty of New York; the dichotomy of things that would be so wrong everywhere else except here--million dollar condos across the street from the projects--that's the new New York.  Living in New York on the day-to-day you will indubitably hear and see some off that wall shit.  Some of which I document, I couldn't make this up if I tried.

In someone's window: