Diary of a Downtown Resident
…Left home at 10:15PM, walked out into night of the living dead.
Spooky! I’m not a drug buyer or seller, yelling obscenities at strangers, mentally ill, or running from the law or my family, so…I don’t really fit in.
I want to fit in, but I think I’m just too nice. I don’t yell obscenities unless it’s at my cats.
Another thing I’ve discovered..I think these people don’t like scrabble!
Hmm, I don’t see the law anywhere. I heard that they’re afraid of being sued and socially flogged by a fringe political group being financed by an anarchist named “bob”..
..ah well. Heading back now to hide in my pillow for another night…
Maybe I’ll draft a letter;
“Oh city leaders…can’t we do better? or are we really just animals inside? Is ‘embracing diversity’ another way of saying I can never be special to you?? One more night and I’m packing my bags and leaving you for good. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry.”
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