I learned a little about life today. I learned that soda machines were designed to be stocked by carnies. I learned that Sierra Mist was a new product a lot more recently than I ever would have thought. I found out what color orange juice turns after thirteen years has passed since it’s expiration date. I learned that Hawaiian Punch ages like Dorian Gray. I learned that you can take the hopes and dreams of a few dozen school children and smash them like the Hadron supercollider smashes the fabric of the universe simply by throwing out a few hundred expired soda bottles, two at a time, out a window into a dumpster, a dozen or so yards away from an elementary school bus stop. They don’t know this stuff has long since expired, with it’s under the cap game promising tickets to the 2001 NCAA finals(I didn’t win). They weren’t alive then. They just see bright colors and hear the two thuds every time I toss two more into the dumpster. To them, it’s like watching the Easter Bunny and Santa share a high class call girl in Vegas. To steal a line, their tiny ass little sobs sounded like Ode To Joy as the layer of diet Mug root beer bottles was slowly covered by Mountain Dew.
white people wanna talk about “respecting the dead” and “remembering them for the good they’ve done” until a black person gets killed and suddenly every bad thing from their past justifies murder
FUCKING THIS. This also goes for Latinos that get killed..
Or… You know, poor people, regardless of heritage.