Sista sLedge.r

The tax prep went really well. I only had one client and I'm actually sitting here blogging because I have some time before the next person shows up. I was proud of myself. I got to practice some of my spanish and I was happy that I was able to get a woman a tax return. Sure, her return was over $1000.00. but when you think about the income that her family lives on for an entire year, $1000.00 really isn't that much.

I just got back from the bathroom. I know. That detail was worth it. I kinda knew that the neighborhood that I'm in is a bit suspect, but while upstairs wandering around for the bathroom, the front desk clerk let this guy in. I didn't mean to stare, but the kid looked bad. He was clutching his arm, was bent over, and upon closer examination, I saw that his lip was puffy and a bit bloody. This kid just had the shit kicked out of him. I've been in a few fights before when I was a kid, but I have never kicked anyones ass nor have I had my ass kicked. I was able to witness first hand what it looks like to get your ass kicked. I didn't talk to the kid beacause it wasn't any of my business, but no matter what happened to him, at least he was smart enough to seek scantuary at the chruch. Seeing that kid made me more sure that I never want to get in a fight. No matter how glorious it looks, if you're the one who comes out on bottom, that whole situation seems mighty scary!