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"Perhaps you have no taste for what I think being a real man is but I shall say that in my opinion it is about not reducing life to black and white, thereby developing a stomach, and then a taste hopefully, for the reality that, simply put, IS. Your refusal to incite violence in response to my conduct is dead on; your willingness to engage me on these matters and share your feelings with me shows that you are very much the man that I felt sure that you were as we were becoming closer friends. The city and my experience here has made me harder and the worse for certain situations, strengthening me to put up with a place that is a continuous assault on my senses. My skin is thicker than ever and NYers have that in common; I can not allow myself to get worked up as easily or angered and perhaps these trangressions are an overt expression of that acclimatization. Lucky to be alive, amongst an awareness of the extreme diversity of living conditions, I am alone up here in NYC and in life; I want you to be a part of my life and I hope you will give it a chance."