I’m sort of late for work, but it doesn’t quite matter, I’ll just stay later. My mouth still tastes like blood and the police department never called me. They got there too late…the kids got on the light rail train and left.
I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for work…I feel really lost today. I think that getting back in the swing of things at work will help me feel better.
I watched Babylon 5 and Sliders all last night, but I did actually get some sleep tonight…which was quite refreshing. Well, I should get ready to go. There’s a lot of projects to do at work.
So I’ve updated myself on all the most recent blogs, sounds like your finally where you need to be…I’m not sure where that is but its definatly OUT of C-town! So it looks like my whole year filled up in the matter of a week…I e-maild you about the job and school, and volunteer shit ive been doing, now on top of that im going thru like 42 hours of job training and placment type shit…gawd! who would have thought it would take me getting caught selling drugs on haight street and a month in jail to finally get my shit together…i feel like one of those people you see in movies that never have ANY time on there hands rushing from one phone call to the next meeting after meeting and end up late for there time-managment class…lol..I really do wish i could see you for your b-day but im stuck in sanfran for the next year till get thru this “Back On Track” program…its really cool acutally…helping alot with getting shit toghether…hope to hear from you soon! miss you bunches!
The best thing to do, and it sounds so cliche and heartless (but it actually is the best thing), is to move on with your life. I mean, you can’t ignore the fact that what happened, happened.
But to not trust public transit ever again is giving those people power. People like those hoodlum kids feed off of fear, and they prey on people they feel will provide them with fear. Yes, they got your money, but they also threw your life out of whack–is that right? Where is the justice in that?
There has to be someone responsible for what happened. You need to be persistent in calling the police over and over again, finding out of there’s any leads on your situation. It’s unacceptable for you or the police to simply let this slide. Someone also needs to accept responsibility for the fact that there was a blatant lack of security at the lightrail station, even ater the city of Sacramento announced due to recent shootings there’d be an uprising in security presence. Someone needs to answer to you as to why that security wasn’t present. But at the same time, you need to continue your routine as if you would before it happened–ride the lightrail again. Continue working where you are. Face the consequences of a shit thing that happened in your life, but do so with grace and understand that you must turn your wounds into strength and persevere in the wake of a very unfortunate event.
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Wow…that juice thing made no sense whatsoever.