What a beautiful day! I'm sitting at work and I can't even pretend to focus right now. This city is an inspiring place to be. Walking the street back from the jail I had so many smiles put on my face. Everywhere I looked was an Obama sticker and everyone on the streets was talking about our man OBAMA! When was the last time we as a country were so moved? No matter what you think about him you can't deny that he brought the spirit of people back, and it's about time. Outside of central booking there was a group of kids being interviewed. I stopped and asked what was up and they said they had been arrested the night before while celebrating and that one of the kids had been tazzered (how the fuck do you spell that?). I don't want to be a bitch...but I probably will end up sounding like one anyway...It will never stop pissing me off that these kids get the media to pay attention to them so quickly. I go to that fucking jail everyday and see the most horrifying things and people don't care about that. People are people and everyone deserves to be heard and some (here goes the bitch in me) deserve it way more than a group of silly college kids. Not that I am not one of them...I guess I should put my anger towards the media instead of the kids themselves. Thus, fuck the media. (?) Baltimore is so special to me today though. The cobblestones and empty natty boh cans on the side of the street, Calvert, St. Paul, E. Madison, all so familiar to me. I get asked for money and honestly don't have any, I almost get hit by a biker and then again by an old man smoking a pipe in a blue punch-buggie no punch backs. The city paper comes out today, each Wednesday and it's pages are strewn all over the sidewalks. I see the main character in 'Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf' and I stop him to tell him how incredible he was. I walk past a skinny man in a stripped sweater with two dogs, one still a pup and I smile and he stops and lets me oohh and ahh over them for a few minutes. I giggle to myself at the homeless man sweeping the leafs and cigarette butts off the sidewalk. He doesn't have to do this but I think he thinks he does. I walk and walk and hear the distinct laugh of each of the buildings, hear the chatter of poverty and still hope. Dirty, dirty, city. We all love you. We all clean you and put our cigarette butts out on you at the same time. But that is true love, isn't it? Respect vs. disrespect. Loving vs. loathing. Bawwdeemore...

Yes we can. :) Ha.