Another year

I checked myself out of hospital, they weren't doing any good anyway. I haven't had an episode like that since the days of DU. I took a walk to clear my head. Something must have been on my mind because I ended up in the old Westend Boyz territory. The Westend Boyz were low rank DU heavies, even in the bad old days they were nothing but punks. Still if the Westend Boyz were back... I crossed Great George Street and slipped through the fence at St Catherines. The ruined church was coverd in Boyz tags but nothing recent. Nevertheless it was with some trepidation I pushed through the tangle of rose and ivy into the 'Patch'. I was presented with a mass weeds and rose hips, clearly no one had visited the Patch in many years. My curiosity had been settled but I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.