To My Eight Loyal Readers...

This morning on the bus to downtown four different people tried to help this guy tie his tie. It was funny, and everyone around was really getting into it, cheering them on. The mission was not accomplished by the time he had to exit the bus, but I have faith that before his job interview or date or whatever he was on his way to his tie was in the Windsor knot he so desperately needed.

On a related note, I have decided that my life needs some direction of it's own.

I joked to my girlfriend this morning that I am going to become a cop. I couldn't quite get a read on her reaction, but she wasn't appalled by the idea.

So, after navigating through the OPP sight for over an hour, I swear to God I just e-mailed their recruiters for some additional information.

Imagining myself in a uniform cracks me up, but watch out people, I am the law! (in my mind)

The tone of my previous posts has been rather stark, I agree. I assure you all is well with me, and with my relationship. I guess I never expected to be so affected to the way of life in our little bubble, Humboldt Park. Poverty has a way of seeping it's way through every little crack.

It's sad to see such apathy on the part of this kids, and these kids with kids.

I was pacing around the apartment last night, waiting for the landlady to come pick up the rent. I would open the door every five minutes or so, not seeing her, cursing her name. Each time I looked out I saw something surreal. A girl no older than 12 stuffing a toy machine gun into her shorts; a different girl on a bike with a kid no older than two sitting on the handlebars, holding on for dear life; a group of five or six teen aged boys riding by on their BMXs, three of them holding screwdrivers in their mouths (I assume they were just doing some bike repairs, right?).

In two weeks I will out of here, and off to Los Angeles. A breath of fresh air, perhaps.

But leaving the one I love alone, to step out of the way of babies riding bikes or ignoring men whistling at her and staring for a few seconds too long, that's not at all comforting.