As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.
Music kept me off the streets and out of trouble and gave me something that was mine that no one could take away from me.
The single most important thing you can do to get elected is to have street money!
Public speaking? I speak to myself on the street!
I've only ever been recognised in the street once. In Sweden, strangely.
The ambition of the mayor to get into the heart of the community is quite laudable. However, shutting off streets will do the exact opposite. If you have no way to get to Main Plaza, you have no reason to go there.
The appearance pf the streets that have been gated is already starting to improve as residents start to fill them with planters, confident that they won't be spoiled by vandals.
The appearance of our streets and gutters is getting ridiculous, ... A significant percentage of people are allowing their gutters to be a collection point for leaves, twigs and limbs. I'd like the council to consider how we go in there and start cleaning gutters.
I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.