So, a few weekends ago I was at a mini-political rally in the city, where this progressive candidate for the state legislature announced her 2nd candidacy (she lost relatively narrowly last election cycle, w/only grassroots support,vs. a slick well-funded guy).
First off, the lead-in speaker complimented the crowd of mostly (African-American) activist locals, who had recently driven the city's mayor from the stage at a recent appearance of his.
"They say we have the strongest mayor in the country," he was like, "But you're stronger than him!".
After the rally, I was chit-chatting with a(n older) (African-American) woman I met, and to whom I had mentioned that I had bed bugs.
"Chinches, we used to call them, growing up," she was like.
Then, she reminisced about how her mother somehow used a candle to get rid of them, and how this one kid came into class once with his arm all bit up from forearm to shoulder.
"People talk about bed bugs so much now like they're something new," she was like, "But back then, that was just life in the 'hood."
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