And so, you know, it's very competitive in the New York market.

And it's an interesting place to cut your teeth, so speak.

But I was all in as a young reporter.

I was rock and rolling, baby.

Where's my song?

I was a song. By the way, that Jay Edgar Hoover shit that the FBI did, it's my grandparents, aunts and uncles, my great-grandparents, it's coming back.

You watch.

You think the FBI's bad now?

Stick around.

Stick the fuck around.

But anyway.

So, the story of the Central Park J joggers, a national story,

and was assigned to reporters with a bigger pedigree than I had at the time.

And they couldn't find anything on this lady once the name was released.

She was a young, young buck herself.

I think she was in her 20s.

Young professional.

And this goes to the heart of the matter of me tripping into these things.

And I had the woman's name because I was reading on the wire.

It wasn't my story, so I wasn't involved.

And I remember the reporters getting fucking chewed out by the editors.

What the fuck do you mean? We don't have anything on this.

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