Going through doors

Yesterday, I went to see my "browgirl" Marcia. Marcia has this strange green tea wax that for some reason doesn't burn my overly sensitive skin. Well, walking through the doors of Sugarhouse was a bit surreal. I hadn't felt the "Oh, this is odd" feeling - until then. For me, it is not an issue of wealth versus poverty, rather an issue of two different worlds. All you have to do is go through a door, and you can be in another world.