We toil mindlessly for the benefit of the CEO's kid's trust fund, dazed by deadlines and the blue glow of the computer screen in our beige-and-gray cubicles, or smiling politely at the customers we serve like automatons.
This section includes first-hand accounts of two political demonstrations that I attended many years ago. One took place in Washington, D.C. and the other in North Carolina. There is also an existential essay about life in Los Angeles during the early 1990's.
I consider myself lucky to live in California, where the possibility of violent attack because of who and what I am is much lessened, and where so-called "bathroom bills" are not likely to be introduced.