this morning #1883.

this morning, by deciding to peer out the window at that particular time, i may have stumbled straight into a world of hurt. fuck. maybe they didn’t see me see them do what they did. i sure hope not. this neighborhood is the absolute worst. high likelihood of witnessing a random crime. being a victim is another story altogether. strong desire to avoid being seen as a snitch. often opting to turn a blind eye to egregious misdeeds out of fear of being a target. ever seen a child hold up an old man? i have. twice. it’s super unsettling. as soon as i can amass enough scratch to relocate to a safer part of the city, i will. maybe in a year. two tops. i’d like to be able to live life without having to carry mace every time i leave my place.