it’s not really a concrete jungle and I don’t really know if dreams are made here…
but I’m back, this time not affiliated with My Centre Life. MCL wasn’t bad at all - they only had two rules, you can’t curse and you can’t have nude pictures. Judging from the title, I already feel liberated.
I did catch the blogging bug, however, and I really want to document my time as an Emerson Hunger Fellow. Already, I’ve had some pretty cool happenings. A homeless man told me he was going to slit my throat, my washer/dryer has shrunk/colored a bunch of my clothes, I joined a kickball team that I’m pretty sure is full of 30-year-old army guys, and I was invited to receive a bj down an alley. Ay-O!
but follow along my friends, I want to share my experience with you and with my future self.