Oddest mix of emotions yesterday.

I went to Belmont St. with a bunch of hoes and as soon as I got off the train I was just like HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOUTH STREET. And I just felt so weird, it was a little unreal to me, mostly because I wasn't expecting it. I didn't feel homesick, I think I was just reminiscing a lot, especially about sophomore year and that ugly group of homos I spent 90% of my time with.

Anyway, so I'm walking and thinking and got a little sad cause even though they were some ugly bitches I miss it sometimes and it's weird to think how much time has passed and how far apart some of us have grown and how farfarfar I'm from it all right now and then BAM I see this:

Motherfucker caught me off guard and I got a little upset but then I went in to see if they had cheesesteaks, not because I wanted one, but because I wanted to tear them a new ass hole if they were made wrong.