itsalwayssomething

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I am originally from Prince George’s County, Maryland which is one of the nation’s best for petty theft and murder rates, only rivaled by perhaps Detroit and South Central Los Angeles.  The entire place looks crappy, but some of the people there are the nicest, smartest, and most creative people you can meet.

Three hundred miles away is one of the nicest looking areas in America, only the people are crappy.  Cary, North Carolina is one of the most affluent areas per capita for a city of its size, but the people are mean, snobby, and entirely unfunny.  It’s a bunch of cookie cutter houses and cookie cutter wives with children so bland it makes Stepford look like a Renaissance.

I beg the crappy people of crappy suburbs to do something about this immediately and make the most of the infinite opportunity that is handed to you on a silver platter by your butler.

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Growing up in Prince George’s County, I was used to seeing the poor, the struggling, the destitute.  I knew how to recognize homeless people and how to avoid them.  In my childhood, I had always wondered how someone can join the bottom rung of society and during my senior year in college, I found one of the many avenues it takes to become homeless.

The odd thing about all this is that I was always a hard worker in school.  I was on the good side of many teachers and always pushed myself to perfection and beyond.  Yet, at the beginning of 2008, I found myself struggling for survival.  How did I fall so far?  In short, a girl.  But really, she was just the beginning of the fall of the house of cards onto the dominos of my life.