The story of Job

Probably when I was abused and the social workers did nothing because I was gay. Fun times.

Going to jail for possession of marijuana and watching them herd us through the court room like cattle. Didn’t even get the chance to speak. They just handed me my sentence and sent me out with the rest of the “rabble”. Not a shred of evidence or even a police report was presented.

I was like 14 seeing all the news coverage about Trayvon Martin, dealing with all the cognitive dissonance about what I was being taught in school and just how fucking god awful the reaction to his death was, along with the fact that Zimmerman is still out there. I didn’t become a communist but that was definitely a seed.