After a real nice talk with one of my friends. I went to Golden Gate Park, to eat lunch. After eating I put my head into my hands and started to cry.
Life has been tough and weird lately so I take the time to reflect and analyze, and Golden Gate Park in San Francisco is the place where I go to do that. But in the middle of it all, I look up and there was the raccoon. I didn’t feed it and it didn’t want food, but he did look at me with genuine concern.
These are the acts that keep me here.