I vote for the old Times Square instead of Gulliani’s Disney-fication of it. That said, old Times Square scared the sh*t out of me the first time I randomly stumbled into it…at 9 a.m. in September 1985. Of course my friend Jimmy & I were asked if we wanted heroin, coke, guns, knives, a “party’ or little boys on 42nd Street. That last one messed me up… We picked up the pace and ran into Bryant Park which was a mistake because at the time it was Crack Park but that’s another story.
Once you knew what you were dealing with in Times Square it was kinda “manageable scary.” I just remember thinking, “Whoa - this looks just like “Midnight Cowboy” or “Taxi Driver.”