Getting Used to São Paulo 1: New Jack City, Culture Shock

I´ve made the move from Buenos Aires to São Paulo. The first few weeks didn´t go so well. However, after wandering the rather uneven pavements hopelessly feeling sorry for myself, I´ve patched things up with my girlfriend and got some work. Back to teaching, after really a long break from it...pretty much two years, working in admin and reception in BA - nothing to brag about career-wise but I quite liked those jobs.

Here are some random thoughts from the weeks I spent alone pondering whether to go back to Buenos Aires, some organic farm, stay in São Paulo or even go back to NZ...all the time self-medicating with beer (destroying the nice level of fitness I´d built up in Buenos Aires):

Put your headphones on and go to a corner bar
2 beers and listening still to YOUR music
I salute you as a fellow person who doesn't want to share

The Internet in my dreams, dreamt I was reading a webpage
JZ lost 20 Kgs by giving up caffeine
anxiety about not having a coffee

19 people a day become millionaires here
When you´re depressed you don't wash
Under the motorway they can´t

The elevated motorway called the giant worm
You can make the conclusion neutral
or see yourself under there

To see yourself is to block out others
To smoke crack is to block everything
Can those dirty skeletons be on to something?

Nothing at street level for the pedestrians
Great towers full of security
Irritated like hell that every building access swipe card works different

Crackheads circling the pipe and police on the way
A great story, got people talking
Just like Christianity to savages

The crackheads have the control
A secret genius which keeps the rich out of sight
Savages are better on the tele

I miss Wesley, good looking man
On the Subway the hour correlates to attractiveness
At 6am you are ugly, later on the office girls

Wesley was a great gangster
He sold crack but never fell to sucking on that glass dick
What a line! No wonder they wanted Wesley in prison