'...Inside My Head...'

 Where I work at is a NICE part of Brooklyn. I was told that it's an area where no one works, they are all Trust Fund Babies', I say, oh really? It's where people walk their dogs and when they past by, I ask what kind of dog is that. Today I told a guy that I KNOW that his dog is 3/4's Wolf and he asked how did I know. I told him I've seen a wild Wolf no more than three car lengths away, from then on, I KNOW what a Wolf IS.

A Block away..a park. Basketball courts, handball court and Adult & Children's Jungle Jims. Two ice cream trucks...one playing 'The Entertainer' and the other..it seems like some sort of Southern Dixie song.

A quiet block where every person living there recycles..a collectors of cans, bottles jackpot.

45 minutes later, I get off the train in The Bronx and...it seems like I've transported to some Third World Country. Everyone is selling everything, all you have to do is look down.

One of my friends walked towards me with her mother and I didn't even see them coming. I have to seriously make note of THAT, it could've been very dangerous if it were anything ese.

I put my key in my door and I can relax, unwind, eat and then sleep. Sleep comes early, around 6:30pm.