Its 12:30 am, I have to wake for work at 6:30 am. I like my job but overly sympathize with people, people who have it worse than I do. I dream all day about which co-workers I should have sex with. One of them denied me, and she ended up quitting because socially, we're about as enept as a junior high school. I never thought I'd go to college, but I did. I didn't finish, and so I went to Florida. I didn't think Florida would fix me, so I went to philly-- because I had a friend finally. I spent all 10 days in the urban ground zero-- crack slinging outside of my halfway house. Half way, means your room mate will smoke crack and leave his shit all over your bed. Half way also means how far someone is willing to go to emulate a brother. You get about as close as cousins, and life takes place. I moved home from frankford, philadelphia-- treated like a child and babied and given an allowance, I applied for my first legitimate job, and was hired as an over night freight team operator. Translation: I broke down pallets of gallons of paints, or stocked boxes of tile-- 10 pm to 6:30 am.