1. Census worker knocked on my door an hour ago. For the neighbor across the street. I filled out my forms the day I got them.

I don’t know their names. Shame. Ain’t it. I know his first name and I know she is smokin’ hot (but I didn’t tell the Census worker that.)

2. Yesterday heard about the shooting. Two Hispanic males, blah blah blah.

Hispanics are becoming the new “usual subjects”?