here on my third day, many new things to report.

just had my first homeless dinner, sitting on the awnings of a church eating popeyes with my friendly carwasher/crack supplier/gunrunner friend and a crackwhore, and now blogging while waiting for my new .25acp browning mini pistol, while picking up weed on the floor and arguing with another guy over whose it was.

i.... can't wait to get out of this neighbourhood and into my bloody safe hostel. guns and knives and stunguns and baseball bats aside, i still wouldn't want to stay here, cos' here, i'm the nigger. :(