Wow haven’t written a blog in awhile. And the first thing I am gonna say is that my liver is giving out on me for all the drinking I’ve been doing. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with everyone but I think the drinking for me needs to sllllloooowwww down. The effects of drinking haven’t been pretty either. I don’t mean the throwing up or the early morning hangovers. I mean the emotional withdraws that people have that come out when they drink. People should not, in my opinion, be holding back things that makes them happy, makes them cry, makes them angry, and makes them feel alone. There are always people out there to listen, granted when i am sober i am DEFINITELY DEFINITELY a better listener and i would expect the same from the people around me. When people do not confront their problems their problems slowly creep back when the person is alone and is given a lot of time to think. Its happen to you and its happen to me. So know this all who read this blog of mine.. that you are not alone and if you think hard enough there is always someone close to you that will listen… hello and goodnight

I was walking back from the movies this night and I happened to take a stroll around the city. Whoever turned the phrased “the city that never sleeps” was pretty accurate in their description of this place. Something interesting that intrigued my mind and made me ponder a thought in the back of my head was when I glanced at a half moon that was rising in the night sky. Its yellow tinted color made me think that the smog and industrial created crap made the moon shine the brown yellow tint it did. But then it got me wondering. Got me wondering if my friends and family in California can even see the night sky, or even the moon in fact. Have the fires burned so long and so high that all they can see is a thick cloud of smoke?

Also on this night I noticed another aspect of the city that sparked my interests. The fact that this city seems dark, luminous and full of danger, tensions are always high around here, if not seen it is then felt everywhere in the shadows and even on well lit streets. But there is one thing that made me think that the this city is like a man with a thug like face but has a soft hearted interior, and that was when I was passing by an asian massage parlor closed for the night. It was just a quick glance but I saw a man holding up his computer with a web cam attached to it. On the screen was a video footage of his child and the joy on his face as well as the woman behind him made me think there are people who are happy in this dreary depressing, busy city. Well anyways this was just something I was swishing around my head and this was once again me rambling about the city.

Something interesting happened to me today in the midst of all the chaos in the world, I felt my stomach rumbling and decided to go to a local sandwich shop down the street. The name Grey Dog, makes delicious and generous proportioned sandwiches for a decent price. I went up to the counter and order my food in my normal means, and the lady surprised, said to me that I was very polite and smile warmly at me. I sat down to wait for my food and the lady behind the counter approached me and smile warmly at me again and said “you kindness was a breath of fresh air.” I really didn;t know how to react to that comment so I quietly embarress, thanked her and forced a smile to my face. The entire time when I was waiting for my food I was thinking of nice things to say back to the lady since she was offly polite and nice as well and was attractive as the opposite sex. But when i did get my food all I said to her was thank you and gave her a FOB bow and was on my way. I think if I do see her again I will compliment her next time, but this has been another Chris Moon Rant and Rave from NYC.

So this is just some more rambling about New York City. I am actually starting to enjoy New York more and more with each passing day. Even though the city towering over you constantly gives me a state of being trapped all the time, its also gives me this insignificant feeling. Not like Davis, Davis was so relatively small that i felt big, like apart of it. Over the last week I have met a lot of interesting and “nice” people. I think back everytime I say the word “nice” to what my brother’s girlfriend Jenni said to me about the word. The word “nice” is just a generic word used to describe people that have uninteresting and relatively boring personalities. That and the fact that the individual that uses the word isn’t willing to take the effort into describing them in detail. I thought that was something relatively funny to think about. No but the people I have met here they are definitely something different from what I have seen before. This is despite the fact that most of my class is full of international students. I am hoping that this next couple of weeks prove to be more interesting and adventurous then the last weeks I have been here. We will see.