Angela's been bugging about hanging out, and she's right. I'm just not comfortable in that part of town anymore. I think I need to leave Chicago sometimes, especially the RP. Bad memories around every corner, stories to tell about every street, it's actually pretty amazing. So I meet her at the Heartland, so much catching up to do, so many things going through my head. The choices I've made, relationships I've gotten myself into. I was thinking that some of these stories would be good entries, but I won't get into them now.
Goddamn television distracting me.
Once again I'm all over the place, but I really will get this out someday. Crap, I don't even want to use real names, I'm still iffy about that or not, you never know who's reading. Sorry, I'm out of it I guess.
I really miss one of my best friends on days like these. He used to tend at the Heartland, but a lot of shit has come between us, cliche as it sounds, a lot of it was because of women. He would have gone to the H with me, I'd be drunk right now for free, and I'd probably be in a better place. What the fuck happened? I mean I hadn't even thought about him in months, fuck him you know. The ex too, but being back in the 'hood brought a lot of that shit back. A lot of things were different, but a lot haven't changed, outside in the bushes there was some dude passed out, a crazy guy kept bugging us inside. Fucking Rogers Park, wild-ass Morse.
Fuck it, I'm calling it a night.