I'm broke, so I had to do that today. It took 6 hours in total, 4.5 of which was waiting around, hanging with crack heads and prostitutes, getting spoken down to by 11 an hour plasma employees. Man, what an experience. Some thoughts:
-In my opinion, 9/10 people in real poverty are not lazy, they just have an undiagnosed mental illness. Seriously. I'd imagine the net IQ in that room was not triple figures. It was very sad. A few people are just down on their luck, with a few college kids sprinkled in as well. Yet most of these people will never leave poverty, I fear. They don't have the intellect required to hold a conversation about football, let alone serious, work-related discourse.
-Crack is a helluva drug. Some sketchy dude wouldn't STFU to me in line, telling random prison stories. Eventually I guess he felt we had bonded, so he leaned over and whispered "You holdin? I got Newpotes' brotha. Let's go to yah whip and do it."
When sitting in a car with a shady ex-con doing drugs at 8:00am on a Wednesday sounds like fun, you know you're in a tough spot in life. I whipped out a bag. His response was immediate, and harsh. My new friend was extremely disappointed to learn that my drug of choice was cannabis, and not crack-cocaine. He hopped out of the car with a few choice words, and slammed my car door.
Poverty rules, ladies and gentlemen.
-In my opinion, 9/10 people in real poverty are not lazy, they just have an undiagnosed mental illness. Seriously. I'd imagine the net IQ in that room was not triple figures. It was very sad. A few people are just down on their luck, with a few college kids sprinkled in as well. Yet most of these people will never leave poverty, I fear. They don't have the intellect required to hold a conversation about football, let alone serious, work-related discourse.
-Crack is a helluva drug. Some sketchy dude wouldn't STFU to me in line, telling random prison stories. Eventually I guess he felt we had bonded, so he leaned over and whispered "You holdin? I got Newpotes' brotha. Let's go to yah whip and do it."
When sitting in a car with a shady ex-con doing drugs at 8:00am on a Wednesday sounds like fun, you know you're in a tough spot in life. I whipped out a bag. His response was immediate, and harsh. My new friend was extremely disappointed to learn that my drug of choice was cannabis, and not crack-cocaine. He hopped out of the car with a few choice words, and slammed my car door.
Poverty rules, ladies and gentlemen.