As you know I have bought several Black Lives Matter shirts and I vowed to wear them whenever I walk Debby.
One of my worse traits is I’m always thinkin’ thinkin’ thinkin’.
I’ve done a lot of marching against the war and for equality in my youth.
But it’s clear I wasn’t about to risk my neck for the cause.
If I were to be honest I was afraid to go to the one in Mississippi in 1964 so I didn’t go.
I will say that the one in Central Park got a little hairy but I didn’t know that going in.
But I bought these shirts to show that even though I can’t march any more I support the cause and I am horrified by what I’m seeing in these phone videos.
At least that’s what I told myself.
I’v we been wearing these shirts for 3 days.
Here’s why I hate myself.
I saw very few African Americans and the one’s I saw just walked by me and didn’t even look at me.
Again I’m thinkin’ thinkin’ thinkin’.
What was I expecting?
A thumbs up?
Am I just a poser?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a despicable person so any of you that are now my friends drop me like a hot potato.
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy this moment of Zen.