The other day, I was out on my front step having a cigarette when some weirdo on a bike told me I had beautiful legs. He didn't look anything like the sketches of the Bum-Grabber that were in the papers. The worst part of the story is that I accidentally encouraged him. I've been trying to be a bit friendlier this year. I didn't quite hear what he said at first. My hearing is impaired in my left ear due to a severe infection I had as a young child and I often mis-hear things. Everything's a little muffled and background noise, like traffic, adds to the problem. Some of the things I think I hear can be pretty funny. In this case, I thought he said "beautiful day." So, I smiled at him. Then I noticed the creepy little look in his eyes. Then my brain realized he had said "beautiful legs." Quickly, I turned my face into a scowl, but by then he was looking forward, riding away. FUCK!

I have less than a month to go of being 27. I can't wait. This year has been such a fucking roller coaster. That's okay. I love roller coasters. I've certainly learned some things and will come out of it in a much better position than how I started the year. But I still can't wait to call myself a survivor. I have quite a few friends just entering the age of insanity, suicide, overdoses, etc. I wish them luck and want them to know I will do my best to be there for them if they need me. But that's all silly, right? It's just another year.