June 15th, 2002
12:40am. I’m presently cleaning my room. It’s Saturday so I slept late and hung around the house most of today. This evening, me and Ken took a ride to Kensington. While down there, some asshole kid smashed the back window of Ken’s work van.
I got out of the car and the kid ran. I called the kids a bunch of pussys because no one would fess up to who did it. So that sucked.
I feel bad about it. I feel like it’s my fault that I bring Ken into my world. My world of hell. I’m lucky to have a friend like him. I’m surprised he put up with my shit as long as he has. That’s unconditional love. He’s definitely a true friend.
It’s only soon that he will get back what he put out. Soon it will be his turn and I will pay him back what was given to me. He deserves better.
Bye
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