Funnily and unexpectedly enough, this holiday has struck a deep chord within me. Perhaps it took moving to a foreign country, one in which I’m a citizen, to make me think damn hard and comparatively about American things like:
change, weed, immigration, conflict, acceptance, hate, cops, motherfucking Hollywood, documentaries, fast food, abuse, Vegas, the fucking judicial system, abortion, beer, AA, puppies, capitalism, goddamn public transportation,
Planned Parenthood, traffic, swimming pools, guns, NYC, libraries,
the homeless, privilege, infomercials, love, Prince, reality TV, the death penalty,
fucking musicals, Apple, vegans, fly fishing, NAACP, the public, goddamn Texas, telemarketing, Sesame Street, equality, drag queens, fucking healthcare.
I could go on. And on.
But really, it’s just this:
Love you, America.
Oh fuck, have I just become patriotic?
I’m aight with that.
Love y’all, Happy 4th, Peace.