Let My People Go

Hungover this morning. Thanks to Mr. Elijah Craig. Elijah, your name sounds like an old testament prophet. I look up at the heavens this morning, arms outstretched, asking god preposterously, if this is all he's got. Did a bit of research and i was close:

Elijah Craig (1738 – May 18, 1808) was a Baptist preacher from Kentucky, who is remembered chiefly for being credited with the invention of bourbon whiskey.

Over the weekend too, I was telling someone how I wanted to have freedom of personality in my profession. My job has more freedom than being a lawyer but I still feel like I have to be a certain way whether I’m interviewing someone or interacting with managers, etc. I hate it. I think that’s what I hate most about office culture.

Last night, at drinks, with my department, another editor was telling the group how she’s the cool aunt. The other day her brother called her and asked her what he should do about his sons. The brother had found a bong in one of their rooms. I said, “Of course, you asked him if it was plastic or glass. Because you’re only supposed to use glass.” She thought that was hilarious. Some other people chuckled but looked away. Come on!

In the elevator last week, I thought I smelled marijuana from my backpack. Not wanting the other people in the elevator to smell it also, I farted.

In other good news, I talked to Dale recently. The film project director wrote back to me and give me his contact info. I was shocked to hear his voice. “Yo Dale, you’ve hit puberty! My man!”

He chuckled. I was also surprised by his thick Caribbean accent. I knew his parents were from the Caribbean but he didn’t have such a thick patois when I tutored him. Apparently, he’s been making music and he’s going to give me a cd when we meet up.