after arriving at stonewall jackson elementary and meeting martin hoffman-candidate, i went inside to confirm that i was, in fact, at the wrong location. apparently, my registrataion change never happened properly. so off to the old neighborhood i went to find my proper place at st marks on elm street. and it's a shame we don't get to vote more often and it's a shame i've wasted so many opportunities in my 13 voting years. it's grand fun it is. (i'm surprised to see so many races between a republican and a libertarian with no democrat.) i markered in those ovals the best i could with one hand while the other held oliver who was screeching joyously so exciting did he find the electoral process. i was tempted to let him fill in an oval or two, but knew he would be all out of the lines and causing votes for the white man.
while i was over there, i finally pulled in front of murray street coffee shop and then quickly pulled back out once i realized i was directly underneath a canopy of pooping birds. i don't know how i didn't get any in my hair. oliver continued, nay, increased his shrieks of delight until i couldn't hear a word the barista was saying to me.
hello justice! hello cinnamon tea bread!