The stupidness you hear from a basketball court when our group asks someone who didn't rent out the gym to leave. (Wasn't directed to me; was directed to the white guy from a black guy. Still felt tense afterwards, of course).
Hope my body doesn't break down completely. I rather enjoy playing basketball again
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Weird how my feelings go. Always have been weird. Just trying to get in tune with it now and trying to control it somewhat. Life changes all the time; why can't I? I don't think it makes me any less of the person I think I am.
I haven't ever forgotten my dreams. It's just not the dreams I expected. I remain optimistic...just hope I don't lose the faith