There's this guy who sits next to me in U.S. History. During speechs and debates, he always draws something on a piece of paper. And by God, is it disturbing.
Last week, during a debate about Dred Scott, he was drawing some naked, disfigured voodoo lady in some sort of wicker basket.
Today, he is drawing a man with an afro and big, bulgy eyes. He wears an Ecko shirt, and is holding his mail from a mailbox behind him, which is in a small bucket.. A large mollusk covers the lower portion of his face. He exclaims, "WOAH!"
And this is all from one of the most generic guys I can think of at school. It's things like this that make me want to throw away all of my preconceptions and stereotypes. But it's not like that's a good thing.
And I will leave you with this final note:
The word "love" has nothing to do with the word "perfection."