I was just casually talking with my mostly white, white collar coworkers about drug legalization. I made an offhand joke about how nearly all my old school friends dealt drugs, mostly just weed, at one point or another to make ends meet.
Shocked silence. Mumbles. That weird pursed lip thing that white, white collar types do.
Luv 2 not be able to make friends at work because of a fundamental disconnect between our formative experiences. Luv 2 probably have just hurt organizing efforts because I spooked the people I’m trying to organize :deeper-sadness:
Time to go full macchiavelli. You met a black person once. You are the scaryiest person they know. Dominate them. They might not love you but they will fear and respect you.
That’s right you goddamn quakers. I was just talking on the phone to my family in a language THAT ISN’T ENGLISH. :sicko-blur:
Latin, Yiddish or Hebrew, right? Maybe even French or German?