Art school nutsacs

2 1/2 years of relentless bullshit. Where are all the good people?

I do not mean to split San Francisco into columns of pros & cons. I am speaking of it as any city that someone had moved to for the first time without knowing anyone. It shows you the real problems that you never had to encounter living in your hometown of nteenth years, knowing the same people, and doing only what you thought was necessary to do.

Even the locals that I've met who grew up in this city have never really confronted such problems (prostitution, drugs, violence, etc.) until they were taken out of the scene and made to look at it from another perspective. Does it really take this sort of move to see things? Can one truly understand this in the comfort of their mother's home?

It makes me re-evaluate the relationship I had with friends from home. Who is to judge if you are better or not? Should I feel horrible that those "friends" I've had since 3rd grade are no longer the same folks and that I've moved on? I'm having so much trouble with this these days. I'll be moving back to Los Angeles within 2 years and I think that I am afraid of confronting the changes within that small community I call friends and family.