Tonight as I was waiting to cross the street near the light rail station, eight or ten black kids came at me, flashed a gun, punched me in the head a few times, and stole all my rent money.

I was going to give the rent to Katie then head over to Kelly’s for her party. Instead, I spent the rest of the night huddled on the couch under a blanket trying desperately to lose myself in Sliders.

This nice lady came out of her house after it happened and invited me in, gave me some water, and offered to drive me home. It could have been much worse, at least all they got was my money.

One thing’s for sure, I’m never riding public transit at night again. I don’t feel safe any more. But I was a fool to be out, even if it was only seven. This is a bad neighborhood. When I think of those kids spending my $200 I want to kill them all.

I hate this society. I hate this world we live in. I’m going to call in sick to work tomorrow.

I was supposed to give Katie the rent tomorrow morning…I don’t have it.

I don’t want to go to sleep.

I can still hear their voices.