1 /5 Michael Angelo Medina: Writing this with my good eye.
First time I went, I had a great time. Hung out with an aspiring bartender for hours. Second time I went, I was kicked out for standing “too close to the other guests” at a crowded bar… then three dudes came outside and socked me in the face. If you’re brown, don’t play around. I did not raise a fist, for I am not violent. We can only win this war with love. Let the fire of our hearts melt the ICE of callous indifference we suffer through on this, our native land…
I’m not even gonna romanticize this as a fun adventure. I got jumped at Cultures, arrested and held for ten hours, and was only able to post bail because a man named Justin mysteriously handed me $80 (and a box of pastries) after I preached with him unto his gathering on the nature of God. If that cash hadn’t been placed in my pocket by a divine source beyond our current understanding (and its divine agent Justin), I would still be locked up in Gillespie County Jail.
Absolute waste of a venue. No culture at Cultures. The flags are for show. See you in court.



