Trying to crawl out the pit that I’m in. It’s good that I’ve stop digging for the most part. But even with friends, getting out will be difficult at best. Should I be satisfied that I stop digging and learn to live in this hole that I’ve dug for myself?

The answers that I were afraid of are going to go with him to the grave.  Going to have to accept it and move on, whatever that entails.

When you are the only Black person in a space. Just how dangerous of a black personal are you. Is my Lorax/Treehugger shirt too threatening? Is there a table two spaces away or do we have to sit next to him. Maybe we can eat in the hot car outside. It won’t be that bad, right?

Kinda sad that I this is my entry after being gone for awhile. But racism waits for no black man.