Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean
You'd have to live in New York to understand. That's what they usually say when your explaining the situation.
The typical New Yorker is chaotic by nature and is always on the premises of being busy. There is no such thing as relaxation. Most New Yorkers have that hyper-ness within the blood and if you don't …you'll have to buy it on e-Bay in order to survive.
If you're a New Yorker or have been to New York you'll understand what I'm talking about. It's being defensive in attitude; it's like having this exterior immune system. New Yorkers, they are in which by no means friendly. They're indifferent, to the point, and no beating around the bush unless you want to sugar coat things so they won't seem that bad. You won't find diplomacy in New York it's "Go to hell", none of that B.S.-ing with that "I hope you have a nice trip going to a place very down south". Like I said, New Yorkers are to the point.
So now you're probably asking – what's my point?
My point is that in being a New Yorker, anywhere, anything is a lot more fascinating than having to live in this shitty overrated industrialized mainstream capitalist city. Or at least it would seem to the restricted freedom that the life a teenage student has…