Accidentally stared at a guy at the Co-op this morning a) because he stunk to high heaven and b) because he looked vaguely like a friend from way back. He took offense and started shouting about me looking down on him because he's an artist and doesn't lay concrete to cover the earth. Oh right! Construction workers in Arcata, CA all wear suits and ties to work and carry their laptops in backpacks.
Or, the other explanation could be that I just graduated from law school, I'm about to hop on the bus to Eureka, where I volunteer for the Public Defender's Office representing those who can't afford an attorney against the state. And to make rent and afford this delicious co-op coffee and muffin I'm enjoying this morning, I work nights and weekends reviewing documents online to help an environmental non-profit continue to fight Monsanto and their government lackeys at the USDA.
Or I'm a purely self-interested concrete-layer... idiot.
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