Yesterday was MLK's birthday. me and nicole and ashley and deb marched from Sister's of the Road to St. Mary's Academy with a few hundred people, then went home to listen to KBOO. I passed out and in my dreams i heard MLK's speech we will overcome, which was playing on the radio at the time. In my dream I had my head in my hands and was sobbing. Stark juxtaposition with the whooping and hollering I just did as Obama became Pres. Oh man you know its on. My man Big Scott has been giving me updates from DC where he was at the mall with people from all over the nation: families and lovers, bums and heroes, wise men and fools.
I am really excited to see what the man does now that its official. First things last, close Guantanamo Bay. Today is a good day. Walk by strangers and smile. Yesterday I said hello to a cute well-dressed Asian girl and she sneered at my audacious hope. I said, one of these days I am going to learn not to say hello to girls like that, but I actually hope I never learn. Even snooty girls get my love today.