Cruising around the block in my two-mile radius of errand-running.
You notice things…
- Christian-y crucifixional decor is in total fashion
- We are four of seven black people within a 15 mi. radius, and one of us isn’t even wholly that
- People are serious about their family car window stickers
- According to the family car window stickers, there are a great many kids named Colton around here
- And, judging purely by bumper sticker, Sarah Palin was at one point running for president. She lost to some guy named Hopey
- Hopey stole my gun
- The goddamn Mike’s Hard Lemonade distributor has been run out of town or he’s off somewhere getting high. Three stores before I found some in stock
- My ‘burbs cred is 100 pts higher with my newly installed bike rack on the back of the XUV. Take that, black people don’t like outdoor activities mythology
- No one has heard of Twitter, and Facebook is da debil
- Target will become one-stop shopping as soon as I can get an annual medical exam in the deli. The Christians can take Heaven; I’m completely satisfied with aisle 17
