It's been so long since I spent the night in my old neighborhood. Now I remember why I hate it here so much. The air is so thick that it's suffocating. I'm afraid to be outside. I'm afraid to be inside. Every car that comes around the corner I'm thinking "oh no, a driveby." They look at me trying to figure out who I am. They've never seen me before. I don't want then to know me. Drugs, guns, gangs, hopeless children and people run like rivers. Everybody is nothing. Everybody and everything is a threat. I don't trust anyone here. Everyone is a threat. I'm not better than them, I'm just not like them. I can't wait to go home.
Thanks for listening.
Yet another 24 hours.