First stop, Nickelsville, now located at Bryn Mawr United Methodist, near Renton. Not close, but oh well. Kudos to the church for hosting for three months.
Stopped at the usual places, nice conversation. Encouraged Da Nang to make up with his buddy. He said he would.
Then, on the way back to HQ I saw an old friend, struggling with drug issues. It's 11:30 at night, she's headed downtown. I pull a three-lane U-Turn and roll down the window. "You okay?" I ask her.
I know the answer, but I wanted to hear what she said.
"I'm just going downtown to meet my boyfriend." She's lying, lying, lying. She going to make a connection.
She knows I know she's lying.
It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Just gotta stand back and let it happen. It's too late to wave lanterns or throw switches.
I'm going to bed, sick to my stomach.