Luc's Blog

The girl sat across the green park bench, the wind softly blowing her black hair to and fro. She sat there fidgeting with her black hairband, wrapping it around her index and middle finger, and then undoing what she had just done. Staring off into the distance, with her back against the wall, she recounted stories of her past; those past wounds that have never quite healed the way they were supposed to. For only knowing him for a few weeks, she opened up several things from her past, as the clock pressed forward, never interrupting her. He could only sit there and listen, contributing a minor story or two to show that he was both listening, and understood how she felt, but never wanting to take away from her story. After all, she was the focus. For whatever reason, she felt that these things needed to be said. He wasn't going to stop her. As she remembered, he noticed the employees of the funeral home across the street closing up for the day, turning off lights and preparing ...

Let's talk, shall we? Seriously looking for answers.  Why the hell, does a park that my tax money pay for, close ever?!? "It's too stop drug addicts" some may say. . .  Install blue street lights so that druggies can't find their veins. Increase police presence. I'll gladly pay my share to utilize this option.  If I can't even sit at a park for 15 minutes without being harassed, I'm sure they can catch druggies. Matter of fact, allowing them to be there later might actually bring more people out of the wood works.  . . . More bullshit revenue for the city, right? They make more criminalizing people than they will for a citation.  What benefit does it do me as a citizen to pay for something that I can only utilize 18 hours of the day? I pay extra for a gym membership that has a 24 hour site for a reason. And what the fuck will not happen at 11pm that could at midnight?!? If the city was smart, they would utilize that space as a herding spot to cat...