What a day!

Oh man, I just had the hardest day today. I feel like I was just eaten alive in practicum (in a good way), and now my soul is so fragile (you know when you just feel like crying?). As soon as it got over, I decided to just hit the streets and see what would unfold rather than just go home and seek some comfort food, or watch an hour of television to medicate.
I really got so much good perspective talking with a guy that says he did drugs with the Rolling Stones in the 80s, dude with the metal teeth who's apparently wanted by the fuzz (I hope you come here to see your picture) the guys that sell things at the market, and finally this really nice guy who I gave a candy bar to. I think he was just about the nicest guy that I met all day, considering the circumstances that we met under.