Why I don't go into "town" anymore: grabbing fast at the local. The usual white old men there trashing Kamala. Figures. Get up to pay and one says to me "Bet you're voting for the Camel aren't you honey?" They don't know me. I don't know them. I smack my hands down and get real close to his face: "You betcha because I'm not a racist fat fuck like you. If you're not at the table, you're part of the meal, asshole." Silence. The waitress whispers to me ringing up my check "I'm voting for her too."