|Tattoo by David Steele at Philadelphia Eddie's Chinatown|
Oh, Philly. I'm going to be real with you for a second. I never wanted to come here. I boarded the plane in Chicago in tears but was determined to find something — anything — to love about you. I tried. I ate at restaurants. I went to coffee shops. I dated the
About a year ago, my pal Matthew pointed out to me that when I'm down in the dumps, something awesome always seems to come along and fill the void. For example, when I was living in Chicago, I was dead broke and struggling to make ends meet. Then I got the offer to take an awesome job out here on the East Coast and took it. I figured, hey, it can't hurt anything. It's an adventure. It was great knowing I had trusted my struggle through those times and had my eyes on the prize. It worked out. Onto the next hurdle.
My time in Philadelphia has been far from "brotherly love." It's has been filled with a lot of deceit from a lot of different angles, a lot of harassing men, and a lot of disappointments. Let's put it this way: It's not for me.
But still, regardless of all of the sour feelings I have towards this place, I'm still breaking even. I tried something new, and even though it didn't live up to my expectations, I know one hundred percent what I want coming out of it. I know that money will never buy happiness — being surrounded by people and places that you love can only do that. Even though I'm probably going to go out of my way to make sure I never have to come back here, I don't regret taking the chance.
And, let's be real. I had some cool shit happen to me. Check it out.