My first trip to the Wrotten Apple (part 1)

Fortunately, everything you hear about New York City is not true. But those first hours in the big city were a hell of an adventure. So much that I had to break this trip up into several parts. Ok, first of all you have no clue that a city can be so large until you actually get there. I promise that JFK airport has to be larger than the state of Rhode Island. Knowing what I know now, I should have flown into Newark, NJ. Anyway, Cheaptickets really stuck it to a brother with the so called shuttle pass. After a hour ride from Queens to Manhattan, the driver who had to be Bin Laden's cousin (just joking) dropped me off in front of the Port Authority (bus station) in Lower Manhattan. The only good thing about it was I saw a lot of things I wanted to see and I had an idea of where to come back. The worst part was that I was the only person on the shuttle that was born in America and spoke fluent English. Why lie? I was a little nervous about that. Anyway, my friends are across the river in the Meadow Lands waiting for me. We all thought the shuttle went that far. Wrong. So hear I am on in somewhere New Jersey walking. The people were friendly, they helped me and feed me till Vonne' came and got me with her big booty. Anyway, the day got started and I saw ALL of Manhattan. You really need a day for each borough. It was crazy. The lights the people, the food. The hookers with no under wear and my loud self pointing it out to everyone one on the street. Dallas BBQ in The Village was on point. I enjoyed watching all the people walk by and the atomsphere that New York has to offer. This is the first time in my life I felt physically small. This is definetly a city for me. Well, I can figure that for sure in the next couple of days but I definetly had a good night tonight. Pray for me that I don't fall in love with this city. Peace. :-)