On the night of my birthday, I started walking, and ended up walking like 20 as-literal-as-possible miles to a west suburb. Some place called Maywood. This trip took me straight through the ghetto, where people treated me much nicer than the people i’ve encountered in the ritzy parts of town, which changed my outlook on what parts of town I would like to hang out in.

If you are depressed, or lonely, the ghetto is the best place you can go. People in the ghetto look out for their people. If life has you down, you’ll be able to relate with the people who live there, and they’ll treat you like a human being, regardless of your race. Pretty much any time I go to the north side of town depressed, people look at me as if they saw my photo on the a news segment about a serial killer. They offer no help, they just looked at me with their smug fucking faces, and held their breath as they walk by. When I visited the ghetto, I actually had people ask me if i was ok. They didn’t care that I was white, I didn’t care what their race was. We just treated eachother like human beings, something most of those northside fucks could never do.

I think I’m going to get my bike fixed today, and I’m going to start traveling far out distance with it. Walking that far actually crippled me a little bit for 2 or 3 days, but it was still an enlightening experience.

I think i’m getting more used to being a loner. Maybe I am destined to be alone forever. I’ve been a decent human being for a while now, if people still can’t accept me, then so be it.