I grew up (and still live) in NJ, close enough to NYC that it's a mere 40-minute train ride away. I'm 42 years old, and during the 80s & early 90s, my cousins, friends and I all regularly took the NJ Transit train in to Manhattan for fun. We would leave at 8:00am so we would be on the streets of NYC by 9:00am, and we'd typically spend the entire day just going from upper Manhattan, by The Met and Central Park, down to Soho and Greenwich Village to shop and just take in the crazy, charged atmosphere. The train let us off on 39th St., right near Madison Square Garden, and the FIRST THING we would do was go over to the infamous 42nd Street to check out the head shops where we could buy blacklight posters, tie dye t-shirts and concert T's, kung-fu weapons like butterfly and tanto knives and nunchucks, and look at all the bongs and pot-pipes, etc.
We would spend the entire day either hoofing it or skipping a few blocks on the buses in order to get to some really obscure little places that sold stuff like Godaikin robots, Japanese toys and anime, to comic shops stocked to the gills with sci-fi books and cyber-punk stuff. Sometimes whole blocks were cordoned off to allow for massive flea markets where you could get sunglasses, biker jewelry and leather motorcycle jackets super-cheap. We'd go to Chi-town to play tic-tac-toe with a pink or blue-painted chicken that almost ALWAYS won, and we'd go down in the cellars where the Yakuza actually hid, to shop in the chinese flea markets that sold fireworks and cool imported foods, toys, and video games. We'd eventually end up in Soho down by the old docks, where all the artists came out on the streets to ply their paintings, and then we'd make our way back up to Washington Park where I'd usually buy a dimebag of weed. The park is very small but it was always jam-packed with street performers, people doing tricks and jumping around for pocket change.
For a couple of almost 20-year olds, it was a scary but very exciting and fun place to blow our paychecks. It was long before the internet brought just about everything in the world to one's fingertips, to buy with the click of a button and a credit card; it was a place to go that was literally a finger on the pulse of imported goods - everything and anything one wanted could be found, SOMEWHERE, in NYC. We also enjoyed going to art house movie theaters to watch weird indie movies, and going to the museums and art exhibits. Sometimes we went to comic, toy, or sci-fi conventions, and other times we just wandered aimlessly to see what we could come across randomly. The one time I counted, we had walked 133 blocks in one day, and my feet were actually bleeding because blisters had burst!
It was the night time, however, that the city REALLY came alive. Before hopping onto the train home, we would go again up and down 42nd Street. It was electrified with excitement and aglow with haloed neon signs. Hookers blatantly strutted the sidewalks, openly making offers. Shifty people hid in the dark shadows of EVERY doorway, and as we passed they would leap out in front of us, walking backwards while offering up every conceivable drug, or sometimes they would have hot merchandise cheap, like wristwatches lining their jackets (yeah, just like the cliche!). There WERE the occasional cops around, but they didn't seem to give a crap about any of the petty criminals or homeless/mental patients on the streets. To a lot of people, I suppose this type of "excitement" is TOO close for comfort. For us, though, the danger got our adrenalin pumping and it was our own form of "extreme entertainment," just like people who go bungee jumping or flipping motorcycles. I suppose if my parents knew just HOW dangerous it was, they probably would've attempted to prevent me from going. And yes, NYC most certainly was a sort of "urban Woodstock." If the Grateful Dead were playing at the Garden, there'd be filthy, barefoot hippies EVERYWHERE, laying around on the sidewalks, sleeping and begging (in addition to the already zillions of homeless people begging everywhere daily). It's no joke; Manhattan was like a filthy playground for anyone in their teens or 20s. When it got dark we would head to Times Square to get a meal and then blow 20 bux at the arcades, that were turned up so loud your ears would be ringing after playing there for an hour or two. I would be soaking-wet sweaty after playing in the arcades. The video games were loud, addictive, and awesome as you jockeyed elbow-to-elbow with other players for a spot to jump in on Street Fighter II or Mortal Kombat. Times Square was magical at night. There was always some guy doing an amazing drum solo on flipped-over PVC 5-gallon buckets. There was always guys preaching and yelling about Jesus Christ over a megaphone. The air was full of incredible smells - some were awful, but they were cut by the mouth watering smell of roasting candied peanuts, or hotdog and pretzel carts. On the train ride home, we would look through the bags of stuff we'd bought, play a gameboy or drink a 40oz. of Crazy Horse, and maybe smoke a bowl and cop a snooze until the end of the line, and we were home, exhausted and happy.
Guiliani ruined it. He cleaned up the city, alright. The "danger" is gone. The hookers and drug dealers are gone. The headshops, gone. Homeless people, gone. Graffiti is gone. 42nd Street is boring and barren; all the XXX peepshows were shut down, and now it's like a couple electronics stores and a lot of closed/locked up storefronts. In some people's eyes, it's a positive thing, and the city is made more safe and respectable. I can understand that point of view. But I truly miss the "old" Manhattan and the excitement of the element of danger; as a naive young kid, perhaps I didn't know quite how closely I'd come to REAL danger walking the streets. I didn't want something BAD to happen to me, of course, like getting mugged, or worse! But just knowing that element was there was awesome, in an ignorant, arrogant way. I miss it, and it is indeed gone, because of Guiliani. It's not an exaggeration or some inside joke ~ he literally did it. I have NO idea WHERE all the homeless people went. There were a LOT of them, and he even got the ones down in the abandoned train tunnels out of there, which were literally entire homeless communities.