I was on the street today, walking to LLM, as I said hello to a woman walking along the Avenue. She didn't look at me, but did say hi, as she looked back to see if the dude in the beat-up red Pontiac was nodding or not. The car was in front of me, slowing down, but not stopping - turning into an alley across from me. I then watched with my head down, her open the door and get in.

I wanted to "be the first to throw a stone", but then I remembered that "in my best behavior, I am really just like him".

Vomit.