I grew up a poor white boy-child in Santa Cruz, which means that there were three ways in which I was privileged, and only one of them was location. Growing up with a single mother with no car when surrounded by the affluent and mobile meant that those were the only ways in which I was privileged. Any place I did not reach via operation of my Chevrolegs had to be visited via the shame train, also known as "The Bus". And riding the bus incurs a stiff penalty.
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Date: Tue, 5 Mar 1996 15:03:15 -0800 To: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: from t.b -From: email@example.com (Jim Porter) -Newsgroups: talk.bizarre -Subject: Republican Presidential Debate Drinking Game -Date: 5 Mar 1996 01:06:04 GMT
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