Grew up with a 405 area code. The cops out there are absolute bullshit, they once pulled over to interrogate my friends and I waiting at a bus stop. My brown friends got a patdown and a bunch of questions about why we were hanging around an abandoned building, and I, the blonde girl, got a stern talking to about how hanging out with “the wrong kind” was going to ruin my life. Nevermind that we were literally standing at a bus stop, and we were all honors students, the cops saw an opportunity to be assholes, and they took it. Fuck 'em.
I marched at a Hoco parade in a 405 area code with a black guy. We got kicked out of the parade because the cop didn’t believe we belong there. We were wearing our colleges shirts and everything.
I need out. But my options look like a coffin. The troubled teen facility which sexually abused me as a child is suing me for $1500 and trying to make it so that I can’t be a mandatory reporter. I have zero money lol
I’m just an alcoholic now lol
Grew up with a 405 area code. The cops out there are absolute bullshit, they once pulled over to interrogate my friends and I waiting at a bus stop. My brown friends got a patdown and a bunch of questions about why we were hanging around an abandoned building, and I, the blonde girl, got a stern talking to about how hanging out with “the wrong kind” was going to ruin my life. Nevermind that we were literally standing at a bus stop, and we were all honors students, the cops saw an opportunity to be assholes, and they took it. Fuck 'em.
I marched at a Hoco parade in a 405 area code with a black guy. We got kicked out of the parade because the cop didn’t believe we belong there. We were wearing our colleges shirts and everything.
I could not get out of there fast enough, lol
I need out. But my options look like a coffin. The troubled teen facility which sexually abused me as a child is suing me for $1500 and trying to make it so that I can’t be a mandatory reporter. I have zero money lol