On Arriving in NYC and Becoming Its Latest Devoured...

It seems as if every single person that moves to the city (and by city I mean "City" as in NYC) becomes completely absorbed into it. They become a part of it. They are swallowed whole by it. I myself, in contrast to my initial thoughts, am no different. I don't know how it happened. I mean, the city's inhabitants for the most part smell like B.O. and Piss eloped to the moist heat of the Human Crap Jungle and hand a kid there. Not to mention the fact that 12 million of these fecaloids live in this city, needless to say it smells a bit. Sure it's crowded, sure it's fast, sure it's confusing to get around and not end up in a crack-den, but somehow that's okay.

One big factor is that the city really never sleeps. The fact that at any point I could hop on a Sub (No not a naval submersible I mean the Subway. And no not that sandwich shop that leads overweighties to becoming overweighties who eat footlongs 21 times a week, I mean the underground railroad. No not that pipeline that led slaves from the South to the North. Actually come to think of it, the Metro is sort of a mechanized version of the perviously mentioned railroad, minus the slaves and use of quilts. Yeah that one...) and cruise to a place that is actually open is a real joy in and of itself. Basically, it's still early, actually it's only been two days and I'm already jumping on the band wagon. Also, I know the inherent problems with such proceedings but ...what the hell? I'll be that guy I guess. It's like Jonah being swallowed by the Whale and inside finding everything he wanted out of life. I just hope that when this Whale spits me out I'll be willing to leave.

Until next time boys and girls...