I don't wrestle, I fucking beat bitches up.

[sndshrew98]

Yesterday as I approached Safehouse as I've done countless times the past few months, something was different. A few years ago I used to pass by 3-4 times a week on the way to visit my mom at the Devon Gables nursing home further down speedway. I'd see the Safehouse sign and think little of it. For that moment last night, I found myself doing just-that once again. I completely passed the parking lot, forgetting that I was supposed to turn and instead thinking my final destination was much further down the road, and had to do a u-turn to get back. I wont dwelve into the unfolding emotions associated with it all, but needless to say, it was surreal.

Sometimes I wonder if I have an unhealthy amount of good-faith in people.