I was feeling confused – screen friends and hood alike, they acted the same. There were those who truly wanted to see me hurt. I had to chase for the one who made me happy, and all the time I got plotted on. My sorrow was possibly their only desire. But on and on I continued, believing maybe in time she will come around. It was a bright sunny day the night before my self-dubbed angels visited me at my house. … I decided to take them to a friend’s house and from the start everything went wrong. My couch-surfing hood friends wanted to get involved in something I didn’t agree with. Undaunted I then took off to get ready. After success on the getting-fresh department I went back to the boiler room to wait. Suddenly I was interrupted by some guys I knew from the block who were eager to proceed with scheme for some cash. I showed them away and continued to wait. My angels didn’t take long to arrive. I met them and immediately things were not right. “They taking pictures of us” they exclaimed. I looked back and it was the guys that I had just left with phone cameras in hand. Distracted by another call everything went downhill. Every attempt to get them to stay and hang with me failed. The fact that a cousin of one of the girls also from the chat room relayed rumors people spread didn’t make things better. After their departure I thought “What a horrible morning, I am crosstown alone stuck around an ex-con who is just as homeless as me but totally in denial. I wondered would any aspect of my life change, or was it all gone down the tubes?
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