Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.
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- 2 days ago
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I’m tired of being misjudged.
It’s always the people who know the least about you who have the MOST to say. I’m tired of people taking me being shy/insecure (sometimes) or me not running my damn mouth all day as me being stuck-up or TOO good. I don’t HAVE to talk ALL the time. I don’t speak if I have nothing to say. I’m NOT stuck, nor do I think that I’m better than anyone. I’m far from it.
It hurts that people think that way of me. I’m nothing like that. God knows that’s not my heart. What a pathetic, cruel world we live in.. I loathe humans at times.
- 3 days ago
My 0nly weAkneSs is a list 0f crime.: Remember Rocko's Modern life?
subliminal messages from the show:
* Rocko and the guys frequented a restaurant called “Chokey Chicken”, however the name of the restaurant was later changed to “Chewy Chicken.”
* Rocko’s favorite hobby was “jacking” (as “jackhammering” is often shortened to).
* Rocko and the guys played a…
- 1 week ago
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