damn sex. damn age.

i was thinking how much easier writing would be if i were an old, balding white man. i could talk to seemingly scary derelicts, find sensitive information, and not be a nosy teen. josh wisely pointed out that i may seem presumptuous when i begin interviewing those on the street. i don't want that. i don't want a bodygaurd. i don't want to endager myself.

i think i am going to begin at the soup kitchen, and work outwards from there. i also plan on making 'thank you' care packages.

any suggestions?

oh. and i need a tape recorder.