There is so much bitterness in me.

I think I don't like it when people ask about my day. I don't know why. No, I think I do. I think it's because half the time I don't think people who ask genuinely care. Half the time, I also don't have anything to say and when I say "uhh.. I don't know" or "uhh.. okay" or "uhh.. nothing," people seem disappointed. Maybe because I just killed the conversation. oh well. Lately, whenever I see George, he's been commanding me, "Say something interesting or new that happened!" And I get upset at myself when I'm not able to give an answer right away. Everyday is a new day with new beginnings, new conversations, and new experiences. I should be able to come up with a genuine response to George. If I can't, I must be complacent and that's not good.

thank you Jesus for not giving up on me.

in Oakland

sorry, dennis.

On Saturdays, I easily get caught up in the conversation with the guys in the South Side. I admired the community I saw they had. They were always looking out for each other. But sometimes I forget that it's 1 in the afternoon when they've opened their second, third, fourth can of beer.  Sometimes I forget how dangerous living on the streets can be. I forget that they are still slaves to their addictions. I've been told and I tell others, we're not there to tell them how to live their lives. But I don't want to see them hurt anymore.