what can i say, i'm a people person. i didn't even know i was, who knew, I was always led to believe I wasn't. Now it seems I have some sort of gift for it.

i took asche out on the beach tonight and we ran through the surf and had a good time.

but as we were on our way to clean ourselves off, I ran into a threesome of Puerto Rican women and their kids.

Unfortunately, Asche is such a mommy dog that she wouldn't really play with them.

however, these girls gave me a Hienikin and thought nothing about doing so.

what i found out was Yolanda works for 7-11 only she has to travel 40 mins away to do so. I recollect the man from the liquor store who now works at the 7-11 next to us. Yolanda says she's a manager and therefore can't work here. Hey I get that.

but the women U meet are nice people, nicer than the people i dealt with where i grew up and certainly nicer than the people i attempted to befriend in Charlotte. The people in Charlotte screwed me over.

these girls were nice. I took the one beer to be nice. They offered me another mini beer so I took that. But as I left they offered me yet another tiny beer which I refused.

Mr. Jamaica hates Puerto Ricans (I asked him why and he told me I'd soon find out...apparently, they are like a plague,) and where I come from they hate Mexicans and every Muslim is bad.

Really? I spent two hours talking to these ladies on the beach and Yolanda kept calling me Mommie. She says she has no friends here. So I will be her friend.

WE'RE ALL THE SAME!

She may screw me over as my Charlotte friends did time and time again, but so what? I'm used to it. Friends from Charlotte and my hometown of Fort Smith have both failed me, thinking only of themselves.