Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Those of you who know me, know I have this awful... finger(s). There are a lot of reasons why I think my finger got "deformed." Let's not talk about how the fuckers got grody. I finally got surgery for it last weekend. Don't know if it'll go away fosho, but just hoping. I'm very positive one of my fingers is not cured. The other one, well, we'll see. It looks so messed up right now. lol. Hopefully, 3 more to go.


On my way home, I was driving through the apartment complex when I noticed this kid chasing after me in the mirror. Perhaps he's just a kid running. Needs the exercise, I thought. I kept driving until I came upon a speed bump, and slowed down. He catches up and knocks on my window. Tells me a man is following him with a gun, and asks for a ride back to his building. So I let him into my shotgun =P and dropped him off at his place. Contacted the police, they came, etc.


The kids in this city. Gad, they bug me sometimes. It bugs me. Part of my job takes place in a middle school. That place is awful. It's horrible. It's the awful way I remembered how middle school was for me. Intimidating, threatening, dangerous. Poor. Sad. Then there's a little hope.

But overall, it's the kind of atmosphere where you go because you're forced to. I know, I hate pubescent kids. lol. But really, a kid that gets good grades in this kind of school, and can keep up a hopeful attitude is a strong kid. Sometimes people bitch about how kids from lower socioeconomic statuses get a head start. Well, no doubt there are things wrong with how they're trying to make things "fair" in the social classes and school system.

But damm, many kids need this head start, the environment they're in is almost set up for them to give up, or fail. No, don't feel sorry for these kids. Some of them are punks... and a lot deserve a chance.




I just wanna take a bath without a plastic bag on one hand.

=P
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