Only missed two days
That was sarcastic. There should be no "onlys" involved in this exersise. I really have to get on top of myself.
Enough of that. I really don't want to talk too much about anything. Sunday was Windsor Terrace St. Patrick's day. They had the cute little parade with the local bag pipe players, the local marching band's, and the local little girls dressed up as step dancers. Poor little things were so cold. Farrell's bar was packed to the gills. I Don't know what the deal was, but I have never seen it like that. They had the people penned in with police barricades. The must have been some sort of mass influx of people not native to the neighborhood, 'cause it was just craziness.
The next stop of the day was the PSAL Basketball championships. The games could have been better. The girls game was a blow out the whole way through. The boys game was tight through the first half, but the second half Boys & Girls fell apart and Lincoln Blew them away. Sadly though, the real story was the fights that broke out at the game. On three separate occasions there were fights in the stands causing people to stand in there seats. This really pissed my friends dad off. He just wanted to watch the game.
Some thing's not sitting right with me as of late. I don't feel me. I feel like I'm being pulled back to someplace I really don't want to go. Someplace I know too well. I feel pulled and pushed. There's a weight tied to my ankles and hands on my shoulders and nothingness below. It's not constant it comes and goes, but when it comes it's terrifying. I know ...
Enough of that. I really don't want to talk too much about anything. Sunday was Windsor Terrace St. Patrick's day. They had the cute little parade with the local bag pipe players, the local marching band's, and the local little girls dressed up as step dancers. Poor little things were so cold. Farrell's bar was packed to the gills. I Don't know what the deal was, but I have never seen it like that. They had the people penned in with police barricades. The must have been some sort of mass influx of people not native to the neighborhood, 'cause it was just craziness.
The next stop of the day was the PSAL Basketball championships. The games could have been better. The girls game was a blow out the whole way through. The boys game was tight through the first half, but the second half Boys & Girls fell apart and Lincoln Blew them away. Sadly though, the real story was the fights that broke out at the game. On three separate occasions there were fights in the stands causing people to stand in there seats. This really pissed my friends dad off. He just wanted to watch the game.
Some thing's not sitting right with me as of late. I don't feel me. I feel like I'm being pulled back to someplace I really don't want to go. Someplace I know too well. I feel pulled and pushed. There's a weight tied to my ankles and hands on my shoulders and nothingness below. It's not constant it comes and goes, but when it comes it's terrifying. I know ...