¡ROBBED! -- mother fuckers

not much to say on getting robbed other than it is the first time for me and it was a biggy. most important -- my friend arlene and i are not hurt physically -- pockets feel aching pain from malnutrition and emotions dance with the whole thing. im trying to look at it like losing my virginity and naivete and accepting the delicate balance, often forced, that will come with extreme privilege and extreme poverty.

but, there is nothing worse than getting robbed after youve gone to the fucking atm, taking mad bank out, AND paid a ridiculous fee. ON top of that, i was carrying my good friend Arlene´s money as well...but, heres a plug for her AMAZING ART -- http://textanudes.net/

many lessons learned and i aint got no hate, but i aint got no love either...im hand-less for those that remember spike lees do the right thing...