My Sat Night in a Psyc Ward

It’s nearly eight thirty. I am sitting looking out at the BEAUTIFUL city. I get to look at the colorful clock tower, the tower where so much has happened for centuries.

I moved from the other room I was in because the woman went ballistic. She is of color and believed she is being wronged because of so.

Thu funny ass thing about it is I am the fucking minority.

I am learning some.

A gal that works her is cute.


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