So I was going into my room at the shelter on Saturday…. And I see someone come out. Out of my room. I saw red. I just remember yelling and then I see him face down on the floor. One of the staff members came up and broke up the fight. It wasn't much of a fight, though. They called the cops. The cops looked at the survielence videos and couldn't see anything. I guess they couldn't prove who hit who first, or even if I hit him, period. they told me I would have to speak to my caseworker before they let me back in. It was a weekend so that meant Monday. I crashed at Andre's place. I've been there since. I feel great. Especially today when I was cleaning out my room. I felt so good. I found some old stuff that I hadn't seen in months. I found my old sneakers, the ones that I came to NYC with. The ones that were completely worn out. I walked alot of miles in those. I had written the date: 11-08-01. That was the day I left home. So this time around I wrote in 9-24-02. The day I was officialy out of the shelter. FREEDOM!!! I'm speaking to another one of my internet girls. This one seems pretty cool. I'm going to Long Island tommorow to meet her. Wish me luck! Peace out my niggas and niggets, this Harlem Hoodrat is finally out of Harlem Hood! So I'm in the Bronx now. Holla! I should have my own place this week or next. Andre's landlord knows I'm staying there so he's working on getting mine now. I hope I get it soon! Later…