Japanese style hotel room

My Leopalace Apartment Part 2

Brooklyn's First Skydiving Trip

My first time arriving in Tokyo

So after being held up in Toronto for the night, and in the air for thirteen hours, I had finally arrived in the land of Pokémon and kawii culture. The first thing I did upon my arrival was check out bathrooms. They were so emaculate and welcoming that I couldn't resist. I was like a child in ToysR'us checking out the toilet and all its features. Its been a goal of mine to use one these toilets ever since I saw them in a YouTube video, so after I made the drop, I made use of the feature that cleans our bottom. I was in heaven. If only I had one of these in my apartment, my life would be even more amazing. Just knowing my rump was cleaner made my day, and off into the city I went.

Asking natives for directions was a mist, as I couldn't make it to the hostel, which was 34 minutes away, alone. The humidity was worse than I imagined. It out beat New York by a long shot,but the trains were air conditioned and the people were calm and collected. After about a half an hour, I had arrived at the station and immediately looked up my location. I was 10 minutes away, but it was also 5:34pm and dark at this time, with rain soon to come. I quickly walked into the McDonald's next to the station and checked to see if there was any wifi like there usually is in New York. Sadly, there was none. Instead, I decided to order a double cheeseburger with tea, and some fries. I hadn't imagine this would be my first meal, but it was suprisingly delicious and the customer service was nothing short of great. After watching people stable around in the pouring rain, it slowly began to stop. At this point, I walked outside and got directions from two more natives that set the final course in motion. After few lefts and rights, I made it to the hostel, where I showered, ate, said hello to a fellow, connected to the wifi, and updated the hell out of everyone. Welcome to Tokyo.

Broolyn's Inner Dialogues

Everyone has them. As soon as you walk out of the apartment, you may be thinking "who's going to be the one to fuck up my day?", or not. No matter where or how you start your day, you will definitely experience this as any normal person would. The main bulk of mine comes from the daily commute to and from work. Living in NYC, there is never a dull moment. After walking out my apartment, I speed walk to the train station while trying to dodge the shit on the ground (yes,literally): a daily routine you quickly get used to if you ever decide to live here. Because I always get the unlimited metro card (train pass) I never have to wonder if I have enough money on it before I swipe, thank God. This saves me time and energy because of course the train would arrive only when I'm having trouble with my card, right?  And now here's the fun part. A number of things may happen. A homeless person will announce themselves and give their story, in which case I give them plenty of space to walk right pass me because I'm not trying to hear it. Or a train car will fill up with so many people, that you're constantly trying to arrange your body in a way that you're not in someone's ass or arm-pit or whatever. As long as people don't touch me, I'm good. Tension is always high in the morning because people can be so rude. Finally, when I get to my stop, I'm happy to have not done something I would regret and make my way to work to make that money to pay to rent. Y'all know the drill. Unless you're balling...hit me up, Until Next time.

Please feel free to share the tea about your inner dialogues.

Ever since I was a child, I had an appetite for sweets. Candies, cakes, muffins, and the likes. It wasn't until my high school years that I developed a fascination for what is now my favorite, red velvet. I guess it all started when I had a slice from Cake Man Raven's store in Brooklyn,NY one Spring afternoon.Not only was red my favorite color, but the rich taste of the cream frosting was simply divine. I have never tasted a desert more deserving of the title of King until that day. Still, after more than 10 years, I continue to hold red velvet cake at the top of my list. Living in New York City allows me to seek out a great number of stores that sell this delicacy, but not all prevail. There only a hand full of stores that I can depend on to supply me with the REAL deal and not with such trickery, like simple artificial coloring of red and generic white frosting. I can not tell you how much that annoys me, especially when I take the time out pf my day to deal with the crazies on the subway only find out that it was not real (insert teary eyed emoji). As of now, the stores I can depend on are Litte Pie Company on 43rd St. between 9th&10ave, Cake Man Raven on 708 Fulton St.and Piece of Velvet in Coney Island. If your sweet tooth is as great as mine, then you should definitely check out these spots as they have never failed me...not once!

~Cake man out