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.

I would.

But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy this moment of Zen.