I'm from the hood in NY. I now live in a Venetian city. These are my reflections, thought processes, insights on the different cultures, the social institution of marriage, what it's like to learn a new language etc. In these pages lie my rebirth, my anxieties, my fears, my joys. I have nurtured an interest in Fighting games and have followed the scene online since 2008. I figure this is a good place as any to commit to paper my varying thoughts and reflections that have struck me as profound over the course of my 10 months here. My observations of the history, society of these peculiar europeans, didactic methods, reflections on language in general, human nature, addicted to streams, being a broke ass nigga or just some ghetto ass shit. I have completely infiltrated myself into the closed lifestyle of a select group of italians and I will attempt to document it faithfully, and objectively from an ''Americanized'' point of view without the short-sightedness that this would normally entail (will clarify later). I may from time to time juxtapose this with inner-city African American life in NY, or just let you in on some hood shit. I now have to have dinner with my wife. Give you a full low down upon my return.
Edited: for clarity, color and scope.