I took myself to dinner tonight because family stuff is kinda strained and awkward and stressful.
I was walking home,
like literally had just left the restaurant,
when I saw three cop cars had pulled over a pedestrian, a black man.
My instinct in those situations is to watch and make sure it’s not escalating to a weird place, so I can film if it does.
As I tuned my brain in, I saw that one of the officers was the cop who pulled his gun on me a few years back and killed a mentally ill man months later when his family called to have him admitted, ranting about how he wasn’t being racist and how dare this guy call him racist.
As THAT registered, a woman I guess was with him began yelling at me to mind my own fucking business and that “if you really wanted to watch you’d give me two dollars.”
So that was weird.
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2017 Melony Ppenosyne.
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