Three Lessons

I'm still stuck in this Jury Duty fiasco so my brain has not been operating properly. Seriously, folks, if I have to see that photo with the victim's body laying in a bloody pool one more time I'm going to pass out. I feel like the lawyers keep putting it up just to torment me. Fuckers.

So today I just want to leave you with some words of wisdom that I've been mulling around in my head this weekend. Just three random facts of life that I thought I'd share with you.

1- Not all Dominicans from NYC are ghetto. There are quite a few of us who work hard, go to school, take care of our family and stay on the good side of the law. AND some of us even use complete sentences when we speak and can appreciate other music besides bachata.



Sometimes I get so caught up in the stereotypes that plague my people that I forget- there's always an exception to the rule.

2- Everyone's job has a suck factor to it, whether it's your co-workers, hours, boss or the work itself. I can't imagine that designing mannequins and wig heads can be too exciting, but sometimes I come across one that lets me know: these people try and make their own fun and I can't even be mad at it.



This is such a case of making sweet ass lemonade out of life's lemons.

3- Never fall asleep at ShellyShell's house. Because she will place a condom in your hair and take your picture.



(That's it- no other words of wisdom for number 3... just DON'T, I repeat, DON'T fall asleep at her house. PERIOD.)

*smooches...trying to not let this murder case take over my soul*
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I never thought jury duty would affect me this much, but alas, I suppose I do have a heart after all.

PS- Why yes, that is mi hermano from another madre, Brother Omi in the first picture. Watch out, people... the educated Dominicans are mobilizing...