One of the more remarkable experiences of the weekend: having a man walk up to me, ask me for rolling papers, ask me to ask my friends for them when I suggest they might have some, ask me where I’m from, find out I’m from the United States, say to my face, “you all are bad people. You vote for Bush,” and then walk away from me to tell his friends that there are bad people standing on the other side of the street.
If the absurdity of being told I am a bad person wasn’t severe enough — and it was –, the hypocrisy of being condemned by a man too cowardly to ask others for what he was begging for and hoping to manipulate them by having me ask them instead was enough to make the experience forever memorable.