The author recounts their move from Toledo to New York City, armed only with determination and few belongings. Overcoming initial hardships, including financial struggles and a lack of street smarts, they navigate the complexities of city life. An apartment shared with a one-armed man named Sharon offers camaraderie and lessons in resilience. The pursuit of blacksmithing proves challenging as the market for it dwindles. Through humor and grit, the author reflects on the stark contrast between expectations and reality in the pursuit of personal and professional dreams in NYC.
I moved to New York City with nothing but the shirt on my back and another shirt on my legs.
He was good to me. We'd stay up late into the night and talk about current events and why it's easier to have two arms.
Growing up in Toledo, I didn't learn much in the way of street smarts, so when the first person approached me asking for a signature...I didn't know I was supposed to punch him.
I learned that there isn't much of a market for blacksmithing anymore. Those were dark hours for me.
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