2006-09-25
- 5:33 p.m. My internet is slowly getting better, which means, hopefully, I can slowly get back to writing here. Because, believe it or not, I do miss this place. I miss just typing shit for myself. Other places I write I write for an audience, which twists the words some, make the flow come differently. I haven't talked about work much here, I think, so it might just be about time. I work in what they call a "youth development center". It's a kind of kid-jail for boys from the ages of 13-19 who have committed 3 or more felonies. It's nothing like I would have imagined me doing, nothing like when I was a ten year old kid growing up next to honeysuckles and a black dog that I dreamed of doing. I couldn't be a stunt person, so this might as well be what I do. And the thing is, I'm good at it. Damn good. And I'm making a difference with some of them, I can tell. I might be promoted soon, so I will no longer be Officer Crayon, I will be Corporal Crayon. |