I need to take walks now.  I’ve been making the time for them for the last couple of weeks.  I still am trying to lose a couple of pounds since i stopped taking antidepressants, and god damn it i just need to fucking relax and get some thinking time in.  

I walk by the town hall most nights.  An article in the local wannabe paper mentions a man who sings and plays acoustic guitar on the front steps.  He sings his praises to the Lord for saving him.  Because…i mean really we’re all just a bunch of lost sheep.  We’re all waiting to be found so we can run around with dirty clothes, bare feet, and emo bangs singing into the night. 

As i take this picture…jesus freak happens to show up.  As i am playing with my camera, he is grinning at me.  Some teenage girl from across the street runs up to me and asks me if i am from Channel 5. I Tell her no, and that i am not here for the Jesus Freak.  I take my leave.