Maybe I was right... But you know what? I'm okay with that. Walking around in my hood last night reminded me of the many reasons for me to smile. So it's not so bad, really.





It's engrossed me. Tragedy. It's all so unfortunate, but situations like this are never that easy to breakdown, never black and white. Not simplistic. Wouldn't it be nice if it could have been simple, long long ago before any of it ever started? A page in the story re-written, somebody having his back, caring enough to help out regardless of how impossible it seemed to breakthrough during the moment... Who knows if any of it could have been prevented? I'm not saying that any of it is okay, because it's not. So why?