is in the ghetto
. I'm employed at a Mardi Gras
barn, doing sculpting and painting - since the floats are so huge, the construction
needs to take place on-site, down town. Up the street from the barn is a cluster of three crackhouse
s, while working on a sculpture I saw a dealer get taken down by eight cop
s 15 feet from me. Scary environment. After work I get a haircut and drive to Auburn
... people suck.
Claire is at her workplace, stressed out, she tells me that we'll meet up later on, but that never happens. Instead, we hang out around Brett's and Pat's place the entire evening. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it merely shows Claire's lack of interest and the end of that hope. Oh well. Life goes on.