It all started in january 2013. I was evicted from my apartment in harvard illinois because the buildings structure was no longer safe to be lived in. I was left homeless for a short while. While homeless i walked place to place travelling between harvard and woodstock for food. I had a friend named brent. And another friend named david. David was living with his mother and by god i cannot remember her name while brent was living place to place with friends he knew. Anyhow we hung out alot. We would gossip about the bullshit of living in a currupted society. The police would pull us over here and there for verification purposes and to see if we had warrants. In otherwords our favorite place to hang out was the area itself. We called harvard miniture chicago because the buildings simbolized that and were familiar to the city. We would drink a beer now and then and chill. We were average men in unfair situations. So on with the story. I met a women named liz in woodstock at the local starbucks. I would go in there after asking for donations from local woodstock residents and have a coffee or two. She got up and talked to me and i asked her to the park. We went to the park and didnt talk much i can tell you that much. A bit of romance persay. And well we laughed and went on with eachothers day. Afterwords that night i seen a local gangbanger from the city and gave him a whatsup when he told me he was sick of the bullshit and was scrapping power lines for a quick buck. I did not join him for i knew it was a bit of trouble if i get caught up with it and went on with my night. I walked back up to the square in the center of town. In the center of town people from each bar were lined up in the street. A millionair named leremy who owned a horse race track had died in the bar mysteriously this night. And i heard a couple talking about hiv being spread all over town and heard ambulances going wild while cops were on patrol way more than any other night that ever rang about woodstock. I stood in the street while a women wearing all black had another women shackled to a street bench and occasionally she would swing her nightstick around and around. Another man was walking up the street crossing block after block like a pimp after his cherio saying he was a snake and was pissed. There were doors kicked in and then some following gunshots. The bars still playing there b hop and x music. This night reminded of a women i seen going to court with no eyes and no ears still facing charges she knew little about. I am from the city. I lived in the second majorist city of illinois. Rockford is my home. My name is nick. And my nicknames hard hitter. And this is my story. My story is that life can get better and also worse. Just a memory can haunt you forever. And thus life is worth living. But a horrible memory is a bitch.
