On my block, like Scarface.

I forgot to mention that on the way home last night I passed this mini-vacant lot on the corner of my street, about half a block from my house, where I've witnessed a couple drug transactions. Though witness isn't really accurate because I make it a point to not look at anyone's face, not so much out of fear of involvement because I know they don't really care, but I always have this crazy irrational fear that a bust will go down as I'm passing by and the cops will try to get me to testify against people and I want to honestly be able to say without perjuring myself that I couldn't identify anyone. But anyway, as I walked by these three guys were just loitering and not transacting, so I looked at one and gave the little nod greeting, to which he replied "got weed, man". I said, "oh, no thanks" and kept walking and my heart just leapt in joy because this means I didn't look like a narc.

Yeah, I'm weird all around.

Also, does anyone else have people who years ago used to warn you about getting off at North/Clybourn train stop? I laugh everytime I'm there now and think of those old warnings which seem extra amusing in the midst of Whole Foods, Restoration Hardware, Crate & Barrel, Old Navy, and Best Buy.

In Other News^TM, I've been watching lots of season four Buffy while at home and eating dinner or doing random house activities, and I must confess, Riley isn't as horribly annoying this time around, probably because I know he's leaving. Also this time around, I cry everytime the Willow/Oz breakup comes up. Like, seriously almost sob. It would be embarassing if I wasn't watching it alone. But then again, if I was watching it with someone, I probably wouldn't cry.