This week has been a week that I will not forget. The police have been doing their jobs very well, too well I might add because they have been busting my friends. The first incident happened on Monday. My friend was smoking by a local bridge and an undercover cop walked up and busted him. Today I planned to meet a few friends at a recent spot we have come across. Getting no responses from my friends, I went over by myself to chill with another friend and wait to see if they came along. I find out a few minutes ago that my friends were out getting the dutch and one of my friends was busted making a deal. He sold the guy a bag and undercover cops rolled up on him immediately. This friend was a great guy and my best friend. It's really sad to hear that he will be going away for a while. It seems like we were just talking and chillin today, and now my only hope of talking to him is from behind 3-inch glass. I sincerely hope that this isn't the case, but I fear that my fears are justified. I'm starting to choke up, so I'll leave it at that. Happy May 12th to all.