Big City Life

Ah, the big city. The sites, the people, the pace, the life. Its all so different and foreign (in more ways than one) than what I´m used to. I was strolling down the street yesterday jammin out to Jamiroquai, fumbling around in the recesses of my mind, contemplating the lack of peanut butter down here and the effects it has on the people's protein intake or something along those lines, when I ran square into an open car door parked on the side of the street. The whole scene was reminiscent of my college days when I was stumbling down College street en route to Boar Head, chatting with some randoms when I unsuspectingly ran chest first into a parking meter - those obvious, stationary kind - rendering me utterly incapacitated. The car door was a bit different, as I wasn´t drunk, pulled a quick spin-move and semi-smoothly walked on. But I never saw it coming as there is so much in-your-face action down here. People everywhere, buses and taxies flying all over the place, birds shitting on you, stay in the club til the sun comes up high energy action baby! It is a bit overwhelming at first, but I´ve slowly adapted and I think I could definitely rock out the Big City Life. That being said, I plan on heading for higher ground at the end of the month to see what the South American ski season is all about, but I guess what I´m trying to say is that this place is pretty damn crazy.