My head is a spreadsheet of experiences, preconceptions, and genes that rapidly fire and create additions, subtractions, and multiplications of how I view a person or event. As this guy stands next to me with bloodshot eyes and goofiness at the library 3 in the morning, my database of information in my spreadsheet quickly creates my perception and stereotypes of this dip shit but I hold my smug facial reaction in fear of getting capped.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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