This Sent A Chill Up My Spine.

I got an email from photobucket today---- photobucket? Uhh...oh yeaaah.---- The site that has visual proof of my vaginal delivering a melon-headed child (he gets it from his father).

So, I hoofed my way over there to delete that shiz before anyone found it and sent it to Oprah ahead of the interview.
Before deleting, I browsed the album to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything important.
And this.

This stopped me.

I remembered a million threads of emotions and actions. Events. Agony.

I don't have words for them. In fact, I used 95,000 of them in an attempt at capturing the feeling for others.

He is standing in our only working bathroom in Baltimore. The floor is broken and sagging. The sink was fifty dollars from home depot so we could have running water. He is shaving his hair for work as a police officer. In case the font is too small-- it reads:

My husband's greatest enemy is not the dealer or the terrorist.

But compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission, ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the militia-- all of which are the American dream.