I had a dream last night that Barack Obama died in a car crash and the world panicked. We finally had this shred of hope and then something so average like human error took away our revolution. It wasn't a sniper or a white supremacist, it was just a car and a person and a full gas tank.
I woke up with this feeling in my stomach like someone close to me had died. It was the kind of morning you wake up and hold the person next to you because, God, it feels good to be alive and not stuck inside that dream world.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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