I found a liquor store. And I drank it.

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“ Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn. ”

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Daniele Watts, an African-American actress who has starred in Hollywood films such as Django Unchained, was “handcuffed and detained” by Los Angeles police officers after being mistaken for a prostitute for kissing her white husband in public.

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"She said when she reminded the officer of his oath to "protect and serve," he replied, 'My job's not to serve people like you.' ”

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

Has everybody got that? Does anyone still think any of this bullshit ‘has nothing to do with race’? 

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“ Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red. ”

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It’s okay. You can laugh. It’s funny.

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