AN: I forgot the actual exit number for the city from where I live. I think its 20 S but I'm not sure. Damn. If anyone lives around my area and remembers, let me know lol
And I usually never do this, but I felt the need this time...
To reviewer Johnny6600: It's nice you like Motion City Soundtrack as much as myself. But I know the lyrics by heart. You don't need to tell me things I obviously already know. It's a waste of my time, and a review. Give me advice. Thanks.
...Anyway, sorry this took so long. It's been a rough week. My cousin died Monday. Life's been pretty miserable. So this is short. Really short.
I Still Wonder All the Time:
"It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans, black love, brown pride in the sets again." -Tupac
I stopped for gas once or twice, but I finally see the sign. Exit 20S, New York City. I'm here. I called from Los Angeles about the apartment. Apparently there are no such things as houses in NYC. Except for ones in really bad neighborhoods. I don't need any of that. So I just decided to rent an apartment.
This should be fun. As always.
I've decided to just move my boxes in, as thin as they are in number, and walk about the city for the rest of the afternoon. I want to get to know the mapping. The streets. The mood. It's not like the city I left, that city of Los Angeles that I knew so well. I have to get the grid down. Know the buildings, the 24/7's. I have to know everything.
I miss Devi.
I miss Squee.
But it's for the best.
Right?
This is for the best. This is the best thing I've ever done for myself. No voices here, telling me what to do. Nothing. None of that nonsense, that mind-reducing crap. I can think for my self on this coast. I believe they call this the New England area, but that might be a little further up north.
I see people passing by me. They're all dark. Not like L.A., where people were happy with bright clothes. It's cold here. It's cold and dark. There is no sun. The smog covers it. There's hardly even brightly-colored graffiti. I'd love to pass it off as just for this neighborhood, but this feeling, this cold, dark, keep-to-yourself feeling seems to loom over the entire city.
There's nothing I hate more than this feeling. The people don't seem to be assholes unless provoked, which is a good thing. I'm careful not to bump anyone, lest I start a fight. I don't even want to look at anyone. Not that that's a problem. No one seems to be willing to make eye-contact at all anyway so that's taken care of.
The people are so different. They're not warm. They don't acknowledge the fact that there's anyone around them at all. It's disgusting!
I have to take a deep breath. I have to relax and soak it in.
I have to get used to it. I came here for a reason. I've only been here a few hours, I can't completely label it as disgusting just yet. I need to have an incident first.
I miss L.A.