One of my dearest hometown friends just flew back to Texas today.
I want to say I worry about him, but I don't.
I see in him what I do like about me, and I just hope he keeps his head on straighter for the next couple years.
On the streets of Chicago, you never quite know if a twelve year old will attempt to sell you narcotics, a wheelchair bound man will pull a gun, or if Chicago's "finest" will drive onto the sidewalk to impose their wills on you.
I'm just going to keep on walkin'
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