Im bad news.

turns out im bad news.

my community building experiment died yesturday when my roommate bylak announced to me that he contacted the landlord and solicited him to visit here once a day to see if theres the crackdopeheads around, and if they are, the lord will call the police.

seamus said to me last night i had more success convincing and talking to the fiends than my ultra boxed in roommates, and i agree with him. they seem to want to continue to believe in the police force, the laws, whats right and wrong.

but last night was embarassing. i stood out front at my neighbours visiting while some blokes told the others who came by what had gone down. the reaction was interesting. at one point some had said to me that the dope fiends couldnt keep up their manners or their side of the bargain.

then a woman across the way didnt seem to be taking the news very well. she was cussin and fast talking and I knew things could easily easily turn hostile.

but my roommates let my experiment go on until now. i suppose now i shall just do the same and watch their interpretations of how to deal with urbanity play out.

i feel like i've failed though. a failed community leader who couldnt bridge some gaps. there was progress. what this location really needs is a safe injection/safe crack pipe spot. i am now fully in agreement with dealing with reality and actual circumstances, rather than projecting an ideal and not dealing at all with what really goes on.