Story of a colleague.

This past summer, it was interesting to catch up with my one art school colleague who wears women's clothes.

He lost the lease to his apartment and hasn't been able to quite find a good new one yet, and since he's working remotely a lot, he decided to move out to an extended stay hotel by the airport and live there for a while, since it's a few hundred bucks more expensive a month than an apartment would be, but it makes more sense than getting stuck in a long-term lease at an apartment that you don't like and that just doesn't work for you.

Though, he pointed out that Covid means no more free breakfast bar there.

Anyhow, he was telling me about all the school emails that he had been getting after the George Floyd stuff, just every time you turned around, saying that they care.

"It's the next form of capitalism," he was like.

He also said that he had been in contact again with this one guy he used to date (?), a (grandfatherly) (Puerto Rican) guy who he met at a dirty bookstore who has a couple of grandkids and everyone once in a while hits him up for a twenty.

The guy showed up to help him move, and he was touched.