So last night I had a dream, and it was something that I want back so bad. Everything about the dream was so real, and so comforting, dare I say I felt comfortable. I wanted everything about it to be so true and real, and I was trying to absorb every single thing about it. Then I woke up. Though it still had the nuances of a dream, odd ball details, and what not. Stupid dream has been messing with my head all day.
There are 1000 things I should concern myself with more then that.
Examples: My computer with my entire digital portfolio, and years of pictures of my friends and i growing up, has been damaged in the move, and it wont turn on, i gotta figure out how to get it to a Best Buy or something and hope it can be salvaged. My phone has been cut off. There is a giant bald spot in the back of my head, I've been told its do to stress. I'm the proud owner of an enormous dept, that will take most likely the rest of my life to pay off. Do to the dept I've been forced to focus on a job that I've resisted my entire life, making my schooling null and void, oh the irony. But I guess everybody goes through that... I've been told over and over again "thats part of growing up." ... going to school for profession A, leaving school, and then being forced to get profession B, and then odd job C, and D to pay off dept.
Life bitching put aside, the most prominent issue now is my living situation.
When people say "oh I live in the ghetto" ... I really mean it, upon moving in that night there were multiple gun shot down the block. upon moving in there were people whom didnt live in the building hanging out literally smoking crack. The hoodlums hang out in the front and deal. Since our landlady is a cheap bitch, the proper security measures arnt put up. a few tenants put up a board to keep people from getting in our walk way from the alley, and the other night two drunk came and ripped it down. The building has been broken into 3 times, the other night when light bulbs were put up, NOT a whole 24 hours passed and the hoodlums took the lights out. While my roommate was coming home from doing laundry, there were 10 strangers hanging around our back steps. A tenant found a bag full of separately bagged up crack rocks shoved in his bathroom vent, obviously from the outside. the people living to the left and to the right of us are pleasant, there is just this small element that is making our lives horrible. A friend that was staying with us chased out some little hoodlum who was openly peddling poison in our walk way... its amazing how useless police can be when they want to be.
The area isnt too bad though, its an upcoming neighborhood, there are very expensive condo buildings scattered around what used to be one of the worst areas in Chicago, but we live in one of the scummy buildings, cause well its the best thing we can afford. I'll most likely invest in a shotgun, something that is completely legal, though i have to apply for a FOID card, but that shouldnt be to hard.
Yet I still dream about my ex... fuck I'm pathetic. It could be worse, I feel better when i solve all this.
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