After John Rocker* processed in making racial slurs of proud working immigrants trying to chase what we so called the American dreams, the 7 train to Queens has never been more appealing to me. Thanks too this asshole, I would have not grown to appreciate this hidden oasis. A true example of a melting pot comes with the anxiety feeling similar to a first date, with deep regrets of never peaking at this bussing borough. As I am feeling the guilty-pleasure throughout the whole train ride to my friend house. Our monthly potluck has driven me into never ending journey of a cultural shock.
My Bronx is home to the cultureless and outright views of the "Burning Bronx" is a stigma to my youth.GO YANKEES and then what?! There is something strange and exciting about Jackson Height. The array of Philippine’s restaurant, Mexican stables, and the Middle Eastern smell of armpits with an unbelievable stink of curry dominating the air. Whatever the feeling I am having at that moment, my search for comfort food is growing even stronger. Walking long Roosevelt ave. with open eyes and salvaging very bit of saliva of this fascinating multi-cultural infusion.
I'd come to stop in front of a food stand and started to question myself of my daily motive. Being drunk, chasing nirvana, illegally downloading porn, and late night of events that I would like to keep to myself. Have I moved away from a being a cultural humbleness’ of being the ideal asian to being this unorthodox Americanize kid whose think he has gotten life by the balls? Leaving me to question my motive of what we called FREEDOM? Am I missing something here. As my stomach starts to crap up and growl with guilt and hunger from the smell of whole roasted pig from the Mexican stand. My head is down with no dignity for my pity self. Then again my sixth sense kicks into gear as I am rearing close to my destined place. With very drink and sip the guilty feeling is washed down into my bladder and this warm feeling hits my soul as it almost asking for forgiviness. Good food and company is just one of the many memories stored in what I called a good life.
*"Speaking about New York City, Rocker told Sports Illustrated in January 2000, "It's the most hectic, nerve-racking city. Imagine having to take the 7 Train to the ballpark, looking like you're riding through Beirut next to some kid with purple hair, next to some queer with AIDS, right next to some dude who just got out of jail for the fourth time, right next to some 20-year-old mom with four kids. It's depressing." Wikipedia
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