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12-10-09
My chin looks like a damn star crunch!
I hate the freaking lip trill! It’s my voice lesson nemesis.
Something is amiss.
Something that brings me great joy: making sure people know that I AM NOT from here. Old Vietnam veteran from chi-town rolled up on me like “you dressed like its snow on the ground.” I told him it was cold where I was going. He was like I’m from Chicago. I was like I’m from St. Louis. He was like well you know what I’m talking bout then. I appreciate people speaking.
You know how you know when a Black person ain’t from LA…when they speak to another black person. You know, it’s like LA ain’t the real world. Like this is some kid of weird self-contained dome of jaded sin. Homelessness is so real out here. I’ve been homeless myself, but the stigma of it out here permeates my heart. There are just so many.
You know, I am almost…well I am at the point where I don’t know why I’m sad. I fully recognize two MAJOR reasons why, but this sadness is thick, murky, like tar-ridden quick sand.
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