ApostropheNow.....!!
You do not know this man. You may have looked at him, but you did not see him. He is the wind that blows newspapers down a gutter on a windy night -- and sweeps the gutter clean.....
"The world is a deadbeat dad."
Unexpectedly, my return home has been seamless and hassle-free. I've resumed going to the gym, I wondered if I would be received differently because of what's transpired over the summer. Sure enough, a few of the elderly white folks have taken to eying me suspiciously, rumor has it that brown people are out to destroy America. Muahaha! But in spite of the hyperbole I feel strangely at peace. Call me the breeze.
I've mentioned before that some consider this place to be on the cutting edge of hate. I have to tell you that I don't know. I'll leave judgment to ones supposedly smarter than me. This is undoubtedly a police state. Paradoxically, it's also a great place for criminals and miscreants. (Truly, if you're interested in fucking people over you'll dig it here.) Nevertheless, this is no place for revolutionaries.
I guess no one cares.
My best friend says he wants to move to Oregon. He says he can't stand it here anymore. Secretly, I hope he doesn't. It would be endlessly annoying if he were to end up happy; he's kind of a dick. I tried to explain to him that the best way to fight something is to "just be yourself". I don't know where I got that from, but later it occurred to me that my friend probably doesn't really know who he is.
How can you know what you want if you don't know who you are?
Your Pal, AN
You do not know this man. You may have looked at him, but you did not see him. He is the wind that blows newspapers down a gutter on a windy night -- and sweeps the gutter clean.....
"The world is a deadbeat dad."
Unexpectedly, my return home has been seamless and hassle-free. I've resumed going to the gym, I wondered if I would be received differently because of what's transpired over the summer. Sure enough, a few of the elderly white folks have taken to eying me suspiciously, rumor has it that brown people are out to destroy America. Muahaha! But in spite of the hyperbole I feel strangely at peace. Call me the breeze.
I've mentioned before that some consider this place to be on the cutting edge of hate. I have to tell you that I don't know. I'll leave judgment to ones supposedly smarter than me. This is undoubtedly a police state. Paradoxically, it's also a great place for criminals and miscreants. (Truly, if you're interested in fucking people over you'll dig it here.) Nevertheless, this is no place for revolutionaries.
I guess no one cares.
My best friend says he wants to move to Oregon. He says he can't stand it here anymore. Secretly, I hope he doesn't. It would be endlessly annoying if he were to end up happy; he's kind of a dick. I tried to explain to him that the best way to fight something is to "just be yourself". I don't know where I got that from, but later it occurred to me that my friend probably doesn't really know who he is.
How can you know what you want if you don't know who you are?
Your Pal, AN