Today is Hank's birthday. He's 15 and in the middle of his terrible-twos. The music playing sounds like Earl's but was probably made by Bob Dylan. The weather can't decide between menacing and merciful. The people I had to call ended up phoning me. The only return I have to make is to Detective Beck to schedule an appointment for a line-up. They must have arrested that dude last night or earlier today because Aaron ran into Stella last night after having seen the guy walking down Lakewood by Devon.
I suppose I should be on my way. My homework is almost done and I just made a 9:30 appointment at the Belmont and Western police station.
My topic of interest for today was going to be related to this guy. Say I pick a guy out of a line-up that looks just like the guy who robbed me. Say I'm fairly certain. What if I'm wrong? Should I feel bad? If I were in the line-up and I was chosen, would I be angry at the person who chose me or would I be angry at the tall, lanky guy who somewhat resembled me and robbed a person in the neighborhood where I tend to hang out? Hm.. Anyhow, whoever robbed me is just perpetuating a stereotype.. one that I thought people were trying to break. Why do people so often act the way society expects them to act? I'm not a fan.
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