Woody Cavenaugh

It was kind of ironic. Yesterday comming into work Sara and I saw two women that we thought might be prostitutes as crazy as that sounds. One was on 29 near a truck stop. The other was on Market Street near the downtown. My question was, it was between seven and seven thirty in the morning, were they just getting off of work or something? That time of day people just don't dress like that and be where these women were.

After being on campus all day and constantly seeing women dressed that way I tried to rationalize it by saying to my wife, "Perhaps those were just college students waiting for the bus?" My wife, ever wise, quickly reminded me, "Unlikely as your typical college student doesn't come complete with meth mouth." She has a good point.

Then I read this article by The Greensboro Troublemaker and it makes more since. Gangs form out of paranoia for self protection, turn to crime to pay for their activities, prostitution is a crime, pimps up, hoes down. Question answered.

Now to the other question, what are groups of likeminded youth doing in Greensboro of all places paranoid and afraid? And is this a reason for us to be paranoid and afraid? Paranoia and fear does breed more paranoia and fear. No one seems to know what causes it, so this seems the next logical step, band together for mutual defence, get some web ads for cash to support our activities, and get a tattoo showing our affiliation. I have an idea for us that I got from this guy who got one that says "Human" in Wingdings.

So I'm thinking we could do something like that.

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