New Yorkers Ain't So Cracked Out Afterall...

So this morning, I ran out to the "konbini" (that's 7-11 in Japanese speak) to get some milk...and guess what I wore?? No, not my hoochie house shorts that say NOLES across the backside, which sags pathetically since I practically have no ass. I wore jeans, sneakers, and the thinnest long sleeve shirt ever!!!

"Why the hell should I care?", you ask. Well that's because here in Iwaki, it's frickin' 56 degrees and it's a BEAUTIFUL day!! "Whooptie, fuckin' do!", you say. But wait, allow me to explain...

For the past four months, I've been bundled up anytime I decided to leave the comforts of my warm, $200-a-month heated, apartment. I'm talking about, undergarments, wife beater, three layers of sweaters, tights, thick socks, shoes, a scarf or two, gloves, ear muffs and a winter coat. Mind you Iwaki, has pretty "mild" winters compared to other cities in Japan, so it never really got below 20 degrees. But being as I was born and raised in Dade (305 baby stand up!!!), anything below 70 degrees back home would've caused me to duplicate the outfit above post-haste. No joke!!

Have you ever seen what happens when a cold-front passes through Miami?? People plum lose their minds! Everybody's out and about looking like fucked-up Halloween characters dress in any layer they could find. Looking like,

This:



Or this:


Or even this:



Anyhow, so the fact that I could walk outside without my usual 50 pounds of clothes is quite an achievement. The odd thing, though is that I found myself finally able to understand those crazy "snow birds" from New York that used to migrate to Miami every winter.

I would seriously wonder aloud, why in the HELL they would walk around in shorts and a t-shirt like it wasn't damn cold. I mean 65 degrees...you can catch pneumonia! But after having spent my first real winter in Japan, that shit makes sense. Sixty-five ain't bad...it's beautiful! Dammit invert the numbers and you got the perfect 56 degrees it was here today, and I was friggin' ecstatic. So I get it now. New Yorkers, you ain't on crack, you're just finally warm. I see you...we here **doing the Martin eye point"



...just not when it comes to sports and thangs like that...nah'meen son!