It felt so good to finally click with her. Like that feeling when you're trying to put a puzzle together and after trying 30 different pieces, the 31st one actually, finally fits.

I'm working in the ghetto these days. South Side Chicago. The real thing. It's enough to break you down, looking at it all day. Everywhere you go, there are people standing around with nothing to do but look at you because you're different. They look at you with suspicion, curiosity, or sometimes because they think you're there to score. Sometimes all of the above. I feel like a creep, even though what we do leaves no mark. Driving, looking, trying not to make eye contact with the dangerous-looking ones. Don't drive too fast, but don't drive too slowly, either. J. says we only have four days to go. Only four?? I am having a hard time facing the idea of one more, never mind four...