26 - 1 = One More Homie Movin Out of Da Hood

We lost one today - he's moving.
He came to get his supplies during our prep...didn't want to say goodbye to friends.
He's a bully.
He's gotten caught up in gangs at the ripe old age of 8.
He's disrespectful and loud and has a chip on his shoulder that's larger than his brain.
But I'll miss him, and I was sad to see him go.
Transient lives are normal to these kids.
It'll take my 'lived in the same house for my entire life' heart a little getting used to.

We announced his departure before the kids left.
"Just one more homie movin out of da hood," said our wanna-be-thug thumb sucker.