silverwing117

The city. NYC to be exact. For those of you who are gracious (or curious) enough to read my blogs, and wish to know what it is like to be in NYC, it's nothing short of overhyped. It's the smell of cigarettes, urine and raw sewage seeping up from your feet. It's harsh cold, and sweaty humid. A million people cramped in a sardine can with a billion eyes staring at you. A week in this hell is enough to make you crack, and crack you will, for everyone eventually breaks. The stench of overcooked meat from the street vendors to the swell of odorous vomit from the less fortunate. The denizens of the night to the haughty business people keep this metropolis in tune. Disaster....or euphoria.....but never in between. It's shit, sometimes hell, but it's where I grew up. It's home. I hate it, yet I need it. It's the center of the universe. The horrible example the rest of the world wishes it was...