Philadelphia is commonly called the city of brotherly love, however this is an oxymoron. Over the past six years, I have found it to be just the opposite.
Most Philadelphians are nice for one of two reasons: they want to have sex with you or they want something from you. I have tried to make friends here that are not associated with the base since I got here. The only friends I have here are the ones I have because of David. I would go out to the bars and found that people would talk to me only because they thought a drink could be gotten out of it, or they were after sex.
Now, sex isn't a bad thing, but I would rather have a friend.
- Chuck
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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