Execution last night at San Quentin. It is so bad here, in the city I am from, that I live in. Generations of poverty etc. I don't have anything profound to say except that is scares me. I am literally looking over my shoulder when I get in my car, when I walked around the corner to Frank's house, when I walk someone's dog. I feel compassion and then I just hate. I don't know what I can do to make it better except keep my mind on nursing school.