London for three years certainly changed my perspective on life, love, and dental health. Not that I'm complaining about coming back. Truth be told, the conditions of the London slums are pretty comparable to Hathian. Just not as many familiar faces.

*-Got a return letter from Tank, saying to meet him at the Daily Grind when I got outta the airport.
*-Found a house in District 8, offered Tank a place to crash so he didn't have to live in that shit hole of a dorm. Now he can live in a shit hole of a house. 🙂

*-Nice beach. There's some sand somewhere in between the chunks of garbage and what not. Sitting on the ramp railing, something pretty random happened. This girl in a wheelchair...and a wedding dress comes rolling past me, bloody and crying. Talked to her for awhile. She said she didn't want to go home. Offered her the couch for the night, then helped her back to my place. Not much else. Just random. Said her name was Jaci I think.

*-Got invited to hang with Tank's crew, just to help out a bit. Seems alright I suppose. Odd to see him as a boss of anything. He fits it well enough I suppose.

*-Wrote a new song after meeting a stripper that works at the TT. Considering teaching Tank how to play it.

*- Got a job as a guard for some Juvenile Detention center. Had a bad day and was already pissed off when I got there. Some spanish chick went crazy on me. Didn't really care, but the boss walked in right when she tried swinging on me, so I had to act the way they think I would act. Not really sure how I'm feeling about the job. At least Tank is there. Maybe we'll cause a bit of trouble, like in middle school lol.