I live in a small town. I was born in a city, Hamilton to be exact. Hamilton if you don't know is one of the dirtiest cities in Canada. The steel mills and other industries have ruined what once must have been a beautiful place. I do miss living there, the hustle and bustle. I don't think I'll go back tho. The dangers of the city are huge. If you lived in the suburbs of Hamilton you wouldn't know about the darker side of the city. I grew up in a nice part of the city. It wasn't till I was older and living on my own did I realize how nasty it is. Chrissy and I moved into an apartment near downtown. Hookers and drug dealers were on the corners all the time. We used to have a dog, Sasha, Every night around 11 I'd take Sasha out for a walk and we'd see the hookers dancing on the corners, they'd pet Sasha. When I took her out for her morning walk, around 6 or 7 they'd still be out there but they wouldn't be dancing. Sasha got no attention in the morning, the girls looked half dead by then. I wonder and worry about these girls still. I imagine they have parents and friends who love them or maybe not. I just wish they'd see that they are better than a cracked out hooker. Chrissy and I argued about legalizing prostitution. I say legalize it.

Last week 2 guys were killed a block away from where we lived. The news said they were killed over a spilled drink. Most of the upper class can't figure out how or why this would happen. It doesn't surprise me. I knew guys who are like this. They are animals. They have no respect for anyone. I've known some crazy guys who would hit first and ask questions later. Most of these guys were unpredictable until you understood the rules they live by. Most of these random crazy acts of violence are fueled by drugs.

Dave