hell is other people
sartre. oh sartre. you are so right. hell is other people.
i will never ever step foot into juvenile hall again especially for a stupid traffic ticket.
the only nice people there were the police officers.
there were delinquent boys behind me talking about how much they smoke, and bragging about how much they speed. some of them were making up stories with each other to tell the judge.
there was a woman who yelled at the judge about racism and DWB; which i thought was really cool, except her son got really embarrassed and dragged her out of the courtroom, but she continued to scream down the hall. i wish i got an opportunity to scream about something.
i pointed out two crackhead mothers.
my dad asked to borrow some other parent's (he looked like a pedophile and wife beater) pen but the guy gave my dad a dirty look, and said "no, i need it, do i look like rite aid to you?" he was a complete dumbass and given the situation i couldnt help but think it was prejudice.
the whole place had a horrid vibe.
and on top of all of this, it smelled like other people; there was a lot of other people... i don't like other people.
i will never ever step foot into juvenile hall again especially for a stupid traffic ticket.
the only nice people there were the police officers.
there were delinquent boys behind me talking about how much they smoke, and bragging about how much they speed. some of them were making up stories with each other to tell the judge.
there was a woman who yelled at the judge about racism and DWB; which i thought was really cool, except her son got really embarrassed and dragged her out of the courtroom, but she continued to scream down the hall. i wish i got an opportunity to scream about something.
i pointed out two crackhead mothers.
my dad asked to borrow some other parent's (he looked like a pedophile and wife beater) pen but the guy gave my dad a dirty look, and said "no, i need it, do i look like rite aid to you?" he was a complete dumbass and given the situation i couldnt help but think it was prejudice.
the whole place had a horrid vibe.
and on top of all of this, it smelled like other people; there was a lot of other people... i don't like other people.