Tonight at a Halloween party I saw a guy dressed as a nun with gold teeth throw a wooden cross on the fire. Me and some other dude stood there without talking and let it burn. It was the first time in my life that I have ever seen a cross burn, and even if you are not Christian you cannot deny the power of the symbol of a cross in flames. The fact that it was by a bunch of random drunk kids at some random party just made it absurd, that heavy a symbol in a such a ridiculous meaningless situation made it impossible for me to stop watching. If there were actually black people in Eugene, this kind of thing wouldn't fly. As it was, people seemed to approve.
Its ironic that the one party that I volunteer to be the sober driver at, we get stopped by a cop as we get in the car and he checks to see if I have been drinking. Its a good feeling to be able to talk to a cop with complete confidence; it makes the idea of law enforcement seem much more reasonable. I bet this feeling is mutual, I can't even imagine how relieved that cop is to talk to one kid who has a shred of sobriety in him.
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