My arrival in Philadelphia was similar to the scene in The Little Mermaid where Ariel washes up on shore with a pair of legs she doesn't know how to use. Dressed in all black and covered like a puritan I emerged from a coccoon into a world I had never seen before, where girls rip each others weaves out in the middle of the road, people wash up on the banks of the Schuylkill sans limbs, and where almost every sandwich is called a hoagie. Being here has been an experiment of jedi mind tricks and excursions into my subconsious, slowly and delicately pulling away debris until there was room to breathe, and suffocating anyway. It has been one final fuck you to everyone who looked at me and thought I was less than what I am, which is someone entirely capable of ripping out your weave and then slapping you in the face with it. 4 comments so far