Fire!

There was one shining moment to the day, or, shall I say, to the night. While walking along the street, my senses happened upon a most delightful pairing. This fine establishment was called Al’s. Using my newfound wealth, I purchased an order of something called “Italian Beef.” OH! Such wondrous flavor! Such balance, as great and perfect for one another as the moon foils the sun! The unexpected but wondrous synergy of gravy with beef, two things that were apparently always meant to go together.  I finished in only a few bites, much to the surprise of the chef de cuisine behind the counter.
“You like it, man?” he asked me, giving me toothy grin and a showing his hand in a fist with the thumb raised up.
My face covered in gravy, I raised up my own thumb and the both of us started laughing. Hopefully the coming days will lead to equally meaty progress.

I suppose it’s a dire portent that my second post should bear such grim tidings of my state, but such is the way things are. My search for company has led me to naught but slander against my good name and the unmitigated ire of seemingly decent folk.
Their contempt of me was palpable, and it took every fiber of my being to keep myself from shouting into the sky in rage over all the madness and cruelty I have encountered. As I approached people, with the sole goal of engaging them in friendly discourse, mind you, they either waved me away or pushed past me while uttering such a reprehensible sounding vulgarity that I would feel ill merely recounting it to you. One man had the audacity to pitch a handful of coins into my FACE!
I felt anger begin to well up, but I fought it back. I was too busy gathering up the coins. The man had actually been quite generous, and I was left with two dollars and Fifty-Six cents. This happened twice more throughout the day. As I approached strangers, they reeled back and held out a handful of change for me before scurrying away with their bags or their children or their pets. I spent the rest of the day trudging through the streets and sapping WiFi from unprotected routers.
Still, I shall not lose faith. This is but the first day, after all! Who first uttered that phrase “It’s always darkest before dawn.”?

I’m not really sure how to begin, this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, document my life, I mean.  It’s strange, the feeling of baring one’s self to the internet.  When you think about it, truly think about it, it’s a terribly nerve-wracking experience.  I’ll be doing my damnedest to update this WordPress as often as I can, so add me to your bookmarks, please.  This will serve as the chronicle of my journey through this new city.  My trials and tribulations.  Who knows, maybe I’ll find a better life here than I ever could have had back home.

And so I come to you with a request, no, a plea.  This is a new life, a turning of the page.  I…have left my old name behind, there are too many terrible memories associated with it.  So instead, I will turn to you, my new friends, in the search for a name.  I will leave the choice entirely up to you, dear readers.  For the sake of time and decency, please do not suggest anything that might be seen as innuendo or double entendre, and please no vulgarities.  Trust me when I say I eagerly look forward to your responses.