After partying and living like a rockstar in Key West it was time for me to leave I had a seven-year stretch the first five years was unbelievable an the last two were the most disastrous Be very careful speeding in the fast lane with no seatbelts on Key West can chew you up and spit you out Anyway I had to re-create myself as a Photographer New York seemed like the place to go My first week Photographing in Times Square I figure I’ll take a picture of a prostitute talking to a customer I didn’t realize the pimp was 20 feet away from her to protect her, He saw me taking a picture he yelled at me and threw a bottle at me in the middle of the day Portraits of New York was born that day