K, so there’s this developmentally disabled woman at church who calls my black male friends Ray Gun and Booker T. She said it in my vicinity and I saw D and Percy dissociate. D looked like he was praying at the sky and probably saying something like this is bs, but please don’t let her pop off, please don’t let her pop off. Percy sighed, shook his head and took his hat off. Another coworker came and de-escalated me. I didn’t know they tolerated her and looked out for her. She is very vulnerable because she thinks she’s everbodys’ friend and is EXCEEDINGLY annoying needy and ingratiating about it. In my head i say. You think i am a glorified staff member? I DON’T get paid to be your friend. They also get paid to nice to me, to an extent. Also get out of my face! But i digress, I heard it about 3 or 4 times her saying it around me, so I went off. She gave me a pathetic, confused look and then walked away. HAHA. I don’t care that she tweaks and is autistic. DONT BE FUCKING RACIST. ESPECIALLY TO MY FRIENDS AND MY STREET FAMILY, THE FUCK. DONT BE RACIST TO ANYONE.
Pansy ring, 1930s.
