I guess . . .

My blog will contain images, confrontations, conversations and experiences from my time in Newark. This blog is my introductory blog post, so my audience could understand what my blogs will consist of (as well as how my mornings start every day).

My typical introduction will be the train ride I take to Newark everyday, but prior to my commute, I have the same routine every morning. I am a very habitual person; I guess that's how things go when you have OCD. So, once I wake up at 8, the first thing on my mind is eating. I metabolize faster than your average human. I cook my egg whites, usually three, and have my glass of orange juice with my daily vitamins and fish oil pills. I make sure I have my school clothes picked out ready to go, instead of staring at my full closet worth of clothes and thinking to myself, "I have nothing to wear." I guess that's what having older sisters did to me. Throw on my clothes, hit the road, and off to Montclair State University train station....

I can write an entire blog solely on my stories on the NJ Transit Train, but I figured my experiences in Newark were much more controversial, meaningful and, well, much more fucked up. I guess Newark is just a peculiar and irregular city... Don't misinterpret my words, I am not bashing Newark whatsoever, I'm just telling it how it is. Shit, I'm one of the most peculiar and irregular guys I know.

Comparing myself as a young Caucasian male to an urban American, mixed race city? I guess I have a few comparisons, (other than peculiarity). Ill save those for my remaining entries . . .

Well, back to my "typical introduction". After parking at MSU, I usually have to sprint up three flights of stairs, over the overpass, and down a different three flights of stairs to make it to the train platform before 8:56. I guess I need to start waking up a littler earlier. Anyways, I jump onto the train, and arrive in Newark before 9:30.

And then, it begins . . . . The start of my day in Newark, where crack heads talk to wheelchairs, the air is filtered with the smell of marijuana, a homeless man smashes his toes with bricks and so many other deranged stories. Yet, I am also speaking about the same city where business is extraordinary, history surrounds every corner and the tiniest gesture could really make somebody's day. I guess you'll need to keep reading my blog entries to find out more.