I was paying my toll at the tollbooth a little while ago. I handed my two dollars to this pale, small, sad girl. She was probably close to my age. She reminded me of the girls who are in jail. And then it struck me that she easily could have just come from jail. Working at a tollbooth is the kind of job you would probably get out of jail.
What if I was her? what if I lost my rich white girl status? how different would my life be? what can I do that she can’t? what is she feeling?
What if we just made one decision differently?
About me
a pasquino is an anonymous lampoon or farce, a comedy if you will. Originally from the Romans, they are liberating in their ability to entertain and satirize at the same time So it's the same kind of happiness you feel dancing in the moonlight, just for you and your shadow to enjoy. diggit daddy XDthe name is harlot, Charlotte
