2003-04-17 12:27 a.m. Up on the roof, it's dark and warm. The winds are blowing out of the Northeast. The city's sleeping; well, most of it anyway. Trucks still slide along 95. North, south; making deliveries perhaps. Downtown's there - downtown's always there. Almost like the backdrop of the last eight years. From somewhere out in the harbor, I hear the horn of a ship putting out to sea. This city is mine, all of it, whether it knows it or not. I realize this and suddenly know that I'm happy. I'm not pretending anymore. It hurts to acknowledge some of the hurt that's accompanied that happiness. But, guess what? I'm happy. I'm me. Again. I don't think I'm broken anymore. downtown----uptown leave me a note, fool!

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