Busy, busy, busy. I’ve been working as usual. Nothing has really gone on recently. Today is Mother’s Day and I sent my mommy some flowers. She liked them alot. I spoke to my brother, he’s doing good. My cousin past away about a week ago. He was a good guy, he had alot of problems, but a good guy. My mom souldn’t make it to the funeral, it was in San Antonio. She said she’s sending me pictures of the funeral…It’s erie that people take pictures at funerals, and I’m against it, but I’ll take them. I never got to talk to my cousin too much. I spoke to my mom the other night and she was talking about him and she remembered one time at a family gathering my grandmother started preaching to him about God. He said, “Hold on, let me get ready for this shit.” And he lit a joint and took a drag, then said, “Okay, lay it on me.” That’s the way he was. A drugie, alcoholic, and a typical black sheep of the family. But he was always happy. God bless him. I spoke to my mom earlier today, or yesterday actuallly. She said she was speaking to my brother about her funeral arrangements. I need to see her. Talk about that makes me feel guilty about leaving home. Okay it’s 3:15 in the morning, I should get home and get some rest.

This weekend that past was a crazy one. After work on Friday night, early Saturday, I met up with Andre and his friend Adrian at a bar at Penn Station. Andre was breaking in his new fake ID that he bought in Times Sqaure. I started the night with Goldschlager, of course. I bought a round for all of us then I bought us a round of beers and more Goldschalger. I lost track of how much we had but the tab was about $70, without the huge freakin tip I gave the waitress. I felt good….No… Great. We hopped on to the subway and we, Andre and I started our political battle with the homeless bums on the train station. I ran up to one lady sleeping on the floor and she quickly put her arm over her face to protect herself from me. I guess she thought I was going to kick her. I’m not like that, I just yelled in her face to shut up. Then some guys started being really cute telling us to leave them alone, so I yelled at them and stuck out my middle fingers in their faces. Andre had my back. Andre’s friend was looking at us like we were insane…Which we are, but that doesn’t give him a reason to look at us that way. We got on the train and I had a great idea: “Let’s smoke a cigarette in between the subway cars!” so we did, and we got caught. NYPD gave a summons and we went along our way. It was a long day. We walked around looking for a place for Adrian to sleep and we were going to get him in the shelter system… I’ll write more about that tommorow, I have to go back home. Andre and I paid our tickets today in Brooklyn, no biggie! Okay, see ya!

Well I got some good sleep finally. I went in to work at noon and worked till 7 pm. It was an okay day. My brother called me and we spoke about the money prolems going on. He’s getting job with Imigration and Naturalaztion Service. That’s good career, working for the government, overtime, benifits. I called my mom on my lunch break. I told her I was fine. I feel like I’m in a dream. Nothing really seems real right now. I speak to my caseworker tommorrow. I hope everything goes okay. I’m sure it will. There’s guys living there that have repeatedly gotten in trouble and all they do is give them extra chores around the building. It’s my last night at the hotel. I haven’t really even been there much. I’ve been out walking around, and at work. I feel strange. It’s hard to describe. I feel like this isn’t really happening, yet I’m anxious about what’s going to happen. I already spent lot of money. I’m not really in a panic. It’s funny: I’m homeless, I just got kicked out of the shelter, I don’t know anyone well enough to ask them I could sleep at their place, yet I’m not really scared about it. I guess because I’ve already been through that before and everything always works out. I’m waiting for a friend of mine to call, she always makes me feel good. Okay that’s it or now, Later.