i spend my nights.

Israel Mejia

wishing i was roaming the city that i love. ny. thinking about Alfred JB. oh how i wish i were free. all those that surround me arent really there for me when i'm in dire need. oh help. for i am lost in a sea of dreams. is anyone listening?

Comments

Mon, 10/13/2008 - 11:09pm

Count your blessings.
Things could always be worse.
For example, on Friday night a man I have never met came to my door and threatened to kill me. I have no idea why. He told me he was ex military. He was probably given a discharge on a Section 8. (Twisted. Crazy. Boop Shooby, you hear? Flip City!)
So, like I said, things could be worse.

Scott L. Spencer