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Day 8 – Old / New City [Throwback]

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I have a constant theme song. It’s a mixture of sirens, taxi horns, Peggy from apartment 53, and the drunk guy that sings “Guantanamera” from his fire escape at 3:42am on Weds mornings. It’s a combination of incredible street music, “Baby why you walking so fast, that ass is fat”, arguing couples and teenage girl’s gossip.
I live in New York

No one is afraid to be different. Oh wait, there is one person, that would be me. I am in the midst of a melting pot and it’s scary yet inspiring all at the same-damn-time (Future! Sorry… it’s the budding Harlemite in me). I feel the city’s ambition. This feeling of raw passion, a drive like no other, and everyone chasing dreams and ideas. It’s one of the best feelings in the world to not only know I’m not the only one, but to also see that I have some serious competition.
I live in New York

Subway rides are the best form entertainment. I have performers for that long express stretch between 125th and 59th street and I have the woman who refuses to sit not only in her seat, but half of mine as well. I attract the crazies that want to converse, even when I avoid eye contact and the occasional brave soul that dares to ask me for my number. The subway is where someone will point to my Malcolm X book and scream into my face that I am racist or the 4’11 man that has been covering his face for the last two stops all of a sudden vomits on the door. I also occasionally (and when I say occasionally, I mean every other fucking day) have homegirl that insists on having a stare-down for the first 13 mins of my commute.
I live in New York

Searching for free or discounted… anything, isn’t just a hobby televised on TLC. It’s a lifestyle my friends, a lifestyle. Free concert in Central Park? Check! Free movie night in Bryant Park? Check! Discounted admittance to museums and movie theaters? Check and check!
I live in New York

I can tell the weather just from listening. Warm weather? The stoop men are out playing cards, bumping loud music. The cackles of the poorly dressed attention seeking women can be heard from a mile away. The pre-teens of the neighborhood can be heard doing an impeccable cover of an old school girl group and of course Peggy, from apartment 53, will announce, “It’s hot as shit out here”. Rain or Cold? Just the regular theme music and of course Peggy from apartment 53’s “Fuck it’s raining cats and dogs out there”.
I live in New York

I have unwanted pets. YES, how lucky of me! I have the rats that live on the streets, the subway tracks and once in June… my train car (in which I climbed the center pole and demonstrated to the occupants of the D-Train that this MassHole can pole dance). Not only do I have these rats that are the size of my 6.5 foot, I have these creatures that will send you into a tap-dance or the A-town stomp in a hurry. Most people call them roaches, my roommate and I call them “Fuckers”. They too live on the streets, random restaurants that have A+ sanitization grades, and yes… once in awhile in my train car.
I live in New York

The fashion is unbelievable. Orgasmic even. Remember my shopping addiction? Yeah… it’s bad. My job is surrounded by Times Square, 5th Avenue and the random Zaras, Aldos and H&Ms I am starting to see on every corner. I can get to any major shopping attraction with my eyes closed. Did I mention I am directionally challenged?
I live in New York

The food? Magnificent! Where? EVERYWHERE! SWEET BABY JESUS IN THE MANGER, IT’S EVERYWHERE! 6lbs weight gain? Check!
I live in New York

Tourists are the devil and Times Square is where they go to worship. All those picture snapping old folk hate me, and you know what? I hate you all too… even though I am tourist some days myself. Take your pictures, fine! But don’t do it in a crowded subway entrance. Do not do it in the middle of the sidewalk New Yorkers use to rush to get to work. Do you want to die at the hands of an Angry Business Analyst trying to make it to her 9AM meeting on time… with coffee? Cut the shit.
I live in New York

I live where I learn something new everyday. I live where I have to push thru my fear of being alone in this filthy, dirty, beautiful and mind-blowing city. I live where the public transportation map resembles a poorly done coloring book page. I live where cursing someone out for stepping on my beautifully pedicured toes is normal. I live where cultures fuse together and produce an incredible aura that envelopes this city. I live where the little joys of bakeries, thrift stores or the “honey, I love your shoes” comments warm my heart. I took a risk. A poorly calculated risk. But I think it’s safe to say that this risk has been the best thing I have ever done for myself.

My oh my people, I live in New York!

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