if only it were true

i wrote this entry about a week ago sitting in the lobby of a Super 8 motel. the hotel was owned by an Indian couple, but all the workers were Mexican. how do i know this? because i asked. down the road from the Super 8 is the Los Angeles International Airport, and across the street is a Burger King. this Burger King is owned by god knows who, but is operated by about 47 Mexican employees. how do i know this? because i asked.

i wanted to be a journalist. i was gonna ask the tough questions like if you come from Laos, but you don’t speak lao and you don’t claim Laos heritage then what are you? most likely hmong. and i miss my hmong sausage. i miss a lot of things, but i don’t miss Georgia. i wanted to be a journalist. i was gonna ask the tough questions, then i realized something. i don’t ask myself the tough questions so how can i ask someone else.

i wrote this whole entry about a week ago sitting in the lobby of a Super 8 motel and i deleted it about six seconds ago. there maybe i’ll post it one day, but for now it’ll remain a mystery.

currently listening to Fall by Brandy