another post

yes, another post

i need a post on here to fill up space...


so, last night i was talking to my friend davis chamberlain.

he told me that he is living near a juvenile detention center. most days, he has to walk by the yard at some point, which is fenced in for all the kids to hang out/play whathave you.

Well, it turns out, that he is a hot item for the boys locked up in there, as whenever he walks by he is whistled at and most often hears the words, "hey whitey" coming from somewhere within.

I will now laugh forevermore upon recalling these stories and rest in the fact that in my dreams he will begin leaving them notes that say things like this:

"to the guy who whistled at me yesterday.... keep dreaming"
"to the guy who called me whitey... nice try, but I'm actually puerto rican"

There it is. A post to fill up space.