A Little Adventure

I went to my mom's house the other day. It ended up in a routine fight. I sometimes wonder why I even bother going over there. It's impossible to forgive the things she done. I'm not sure why I suppose it has to do with the fact that she shows no remorse, She doesn't realize the damage she's done. It's not like she's gotten any better when it comes to not being hurtful. She said, "fuck you," as I left the other night. I had said that living with her had been really hard so I guess I deserved.
After I left I went down to the docks. "The docks" is really only one little wooden dock and a giant concrete walkway above the river. I decided to take a little side adventure though along the riverbank to a part that juts out into the river. Normally, it would be impossible to get over there, but the river is really low right now. I went all the way out there stepping into ankle deep mud. Most of it was impossible to cross, but I found a log to throw in the mud so I walk get over it. Once I got out there though I saw a tent farther back in the brushes. There were two men making a fire as well. I thought briefly of trying to find a different way back but realized that was a stupid idea since one of the guys started walking in the direction I was going to. I ended up going back the way I came. I didn't really want to them to see me. They were a lot bigger than me plus I was alone on a secluded part of town. Besides they were homeless so they were probably crazy. Anyways, it was in my best interest to get out of there, I felt slightly exhilarated afterwards. It was the closest thing I've had to some sort of an adventure since freshman year when I ran away from home. I kinda wish it was the old days or that I could have some sort of adventure in my life that didn't require scaring the crap out of my parents. I guess I'll get to have adventures when I'm older. Although I should probably learn some ninja-type stuff before then,