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The year was 1983. I had dropped out of high school and moved to New York City to sew my oats as a street performer. I lived in a transient hotel called the Ben Franklin at the corner of 77th & Broadway in the Upper West Side. My mom came and visited once and commented about my room that, "Bums wouldn't come here to die". I assured her that they did. What a time I had. If those walls could talk! Now it's an upscale hotel fetching upwards of $400 a night, A far cry from the $90 a week I was paying back then.





What the place looks like now, click here