The Idiot with a Camera

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I have these dark circles under my eyes.  When I was a kid, my teachers used to ask me if my parents fought at night.  When I got older, my teachers would ask if I was smoking reefer before school started.  When I dropped-out, the cops would ask me if I was drugged-out or just sick.  Now, when I have to deal with people at work, they ask me, “What’s wrong?” 

Combine that with this seasonal excema that likes to attack the crease in my left arm every summer.  When I was a kid, my teachers would ask me if my parents were hitting me.  When I got a little older, the teachers would ask me if I was diabetic or if I liked to shoot-up before school started.  Now, the cops pat me down and ask me if I have any needles on me.  When I say no, they usually repeat the question.  When I deal with people at work, if they catch sight of it, sometimes they’ll keep a very obvious distance.

I used to hate people for being so reactionary.  But I’m the same way.  If I saw myself, I would probably naturally assume that I did drugs.  Fine.  That’s our nature.  I get it.
The true disconnect is people not noticing that drug addicts are still just people.  This failed “war on drugs” bullshit has resulted in an entire generation of people to think that anyone that is even slightly experimental is somehow dirtier than those too scared or uninterested.  And whether you look like you’re about to live or about to die, we’re all really just under-evolved apes in clothes and make-up.

Just thought I’d share.

this is the truth, i say