The American Dream - Part 2

My life is like a dream. Daddy's always telling me, "Jane, get a job. Don't you want to get anything for yourself?" But why would I want to do that? He pays for everything. I do as I please. I have everything I could ever want. Daddy gets me a new BMW every year. My penthouse condo is huge. I don't even have to touch my trust fund. The money supply is endless. This is the American dream.

I'm educated, too. I went to the best prep schools. And scholarship was very important to my sorority. We had to maintain the chapter GPA to have parties, so thanks to them I graduated college cum laude. And Daddy knows just about everybody in this town. I could work. If I wanted to.

I know I'm lucky. I could be poor. Ew. The thought gives me chills. I don't know much about poor people, but it seems to me that if they just went out and got a job things would be ok for them. I mean, nobody tells them to have all those kids if they can't afford it. But the government gives them money. And built whole communities for them so they could stay with their families.

All they really need is a good make over. If the men would shave off those -- what are they called? -- corn rolls? Hell, I don't know. Those braids. And pull up their pants. And take better care of their teeth. And the women. How can they expect to work anywhere with blue hair?

What I fail to understand is what's so appealing about my stuff. I mean, I give to the less fortunate. Really if that guy would just apply for one of my charity's scholarships he could go to college, make money, and buy his own BMW. Why would he want to steal mine? I knew Daddy would just buy me a new one, but it was the principle.

I went to the courthouse when he was sentenced. You know, to show that I had no hard feelings about the twelve stitches I needed in my head. He didn't seem phased by his predicament. He actually looked right at home. The other defendants in line looked just like him in their orange jumpsuits, dark skin, and menacing eyes.

I'm not racist or anything. I mean, now I have experience dealing with minorities. I'd be a fool not to alter my behaviors around them. Needless to say, I'll be using Daddy's driver when I do my shopping. I'm not going to get hit again.