souvenirs from better times

[somedayseattle]

I’ve made two posts already about The humans and their stupid little Quips for Crips. When Erica and I were at the hospital Monday we went into their kick ass cafeteria. I had told Erica before I knew about weekly gym sessions that I would eat any random Friday night. We were rolling off of the bar, Erica with her traditional salad and my nontraditional salad (chicken, chopped ham, egg , tofu, 'maters, boo-naner peppers, English cucumbers. et al. Never any spinach or lettuce. That shit just gets in the way) and as we stepped away a heavyset woman was heading towards the register when she looked at me. 'God is good' she said as our eyes met. 'If either you or your god think this is good your fucking idiots' fell out of my mouth before my brain got there to dissolve the situation. She snorted and quickly walked away.

What is wrong with these humans? I have only been in a wheelchair for roughly a year. I have no idea of what it feels like to have rolled for 2, 5, 20 years. But even in this short time I’ve had enough. As I said last time you’re not cute. You’re not funny. You’re not adorable. Leave me the dixk 'HNlone. If you really really feel the need to say something try "Hey bud need a blow job?". Otherwise. Silence is golden.

I’m not saying these are connected but it seems suspicious people didn’t start flocking to me in the wheelchair until Trump was elected. Hmmmm

I’m not saying these are connected but it seems suspicious people didn’t start flocking to me in the wheelchair until Trump was elected. Hmmmmm.