The phone calls and text messages started coming in around 630am about how long the lines were to vote. When I was on my way home I saw one spot where the line went around the corner. I stopped home to use the bathroom and went to the store and picked up a redbull to keep me up in the line. I walked and from two blocks away tried to see if there was a line.
I walked up to an empty school (I vote at the local elementary school) ... no line. I walk into the school.... no line. But the doors the auditorium were open so I walked toward them. All of a sudden I had a flash back about me going to that school. When it would rain outside they would have us up in there watching short films..lol. After I came out of the flashback I realized that they STILL have the same damn seats from the 80's.
Anyway there was only one voting machine and only about 10 people in front on me on line. For the past two days I daydreamed about this day. I dreamt that the line would be around the corner and I would hear older people tell good stories and how great it is to finally be able to vote for someone that looks like them. And young people telling me it's their first time voting, but what did I get? Nothing. A big slap in the face. I voted and walked away feeling nothing. I should be happy right now. I should be running up and down my street with a huge American Flag but it just feels like any other day.
There were two first time voters though. One man was 44 years old and a young man that just turned 18 that were in line behind me. There were a couple of hood rats in front of me that I know by face from being outside that I have to admit made me half smile but damnit people. I wanted more... as I write this my boy in Hillside NJ has been in line for 2 hours and still hasnt voted. Damn I wish I was in his shoes.....
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