well I lived the dream for 2 years and in all honesty I was glad when I woke up.. what can I say, I tend to become nostalgic.. even thinking about my days as a battered wife brings a tear to my eyes

Yeah, I'm moving myself. And not even cause someone's hitting me, though that would certainly add to the urgency.

Lately the gangs-in-red are being replaced sporadically by the gangs-in-blue-and-black. I have no interest in seeing the turf war.

which, oddly, is totally safe if you're a woman. but the guys are constantly looking over their shoulders.

Wait, would she be going to Bayview and not the other hospital? That area over on Eastern Ave. ain't pretty, but I've walked around there without feeling threatened at all. Over by the other hospital ain't where I want to hang my hat.

When I was in h.s. I used to have to go up to that big ass Postal Center on East Fayette to drop off a truckload of newspapers. Of course it was necessary to do this at 10-11 o'clock at night.

but maybe you can sell them both lemonade?

Or little Flintstones Dixie Cups of St. Ides Special Brew!

Naw, busted skimming. She's looking at Washington and Monument.

Unity through special brew, hmmm. I think it's not special enough here without some additives I don't want to know how to get hold of.

But yeah, great town!

Mogwai were there not too long ago. That's good enough for me. (but I missed them....why?)

I missed them as well. It was also the day Mr. Beast came out so I sat on my couch having a pity party listening and watching the DVD/album.