Buffalo Black Metal Matters shirt

Buffalo Black Metal Matters shirt

Thank you all for the upvotes and comments. I know I didn’t cover the race thing even though I experienced it as a Buffalo Black Metal Matters shirt. I will just say it was horrible but the experience of black Americans … well, I cannot do it justice. I will say that the N-word was used commonly in California although it was not allowed by my parents. My Dad grew up in East St. Louis and his stories about the appalling treatment of Black Americans there helped me understand the Civil Rights movement. Dad always said that “If you ever think you have it bad …” then he would tell some experience of some black guy he knew.

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The first thing a modern person would notice is vast clouds of Buffalo Black Metal Matters shirt, but especially thick on airplanes. The minority of people who do not smoke in the ’60s are constantly subjected to endless clouds of sickening second-hand smoke. People will walk right into your living room and ask, “Where is the ashtray?” I know because neither I nor anyone in my family smoked. There would be lots more trash on the side of roads not to mention millions of cigarette butts. There would be many stray dogs. There would be very few people from Asia except in isolated communities. There are a lot fewer cars. They would not meet anyone from India or Pakistan. Gasoline would be incredibly cheap as low as 24 cents a gallon. Driving residential areas would seem much different. Children would be present in droves and 7-year-olds and above would be unaccompanied by adults. Navigating residential streets would require waiting for children to get out of the way as they suspend their stickball or kick the can game.

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Someone from the future may look for a seatbelt in the Buffalo Black Metal Matters shirt but they won’t find one. Also, an infant sleeping comfortably on a pillow in a small cardboard box sitting on the front bench seat between the parents might be a shocking version of a 60’s child car-seat. That’s my little sister in the box, by the way.