loaded with experiences, or life, or some other drug

I had thought I had received every gift imaginable by this city. but oh, what I treat, and subsequent emotional trip, was I in for.
Today I discovered my calling, first-hand. it’s poverty. it’s the disgusting, tear-jerking conditions that so many unfortunate people are living in. Why? no one reason, a collection of many – and I seek to identify as many of them as possible that have roots in Americanism in my Master’s thesis.
This city plans its bus routes perfectly for an innocent, close-minded post-graduate student who thinks he knows the world. oh, what a world I do not know. I do not know what it is like to live dollar by dollar. I do not know what it is like to live complaining to another about relationship problems, as if those the grandest problems I am facing (what a joke.) I do not know what it is like to have to refuse food even though my children desperately need it, only because I am also conjointly worried for the safety of strange food. I do not know what this world is like for anyone else but myself. And I intend on finding out.
That may have inspired the three hours on the bus, or the trip to the casino alone, or the walking across Ring Road at rush hour … or maybe that’s just my insanity. but I do know that the experiences are intense and continue to blow my mind.
read loaded to hear about some of the characters I encountered in the last twenty four hours.