Turns out that heartbreak and horror taste like bile. I am not talking about the election. I’m specifically talking about race in this country. Black people. Black lives. Black lives mattering or not mattering and the people who fill rooms with the reasons another black person is dead. So many reasons that don’t include the person who shot, choked, or abandoned them. “If only they had…” “Why didn’t she…” “He had a record…” “She was rude…” This Instagram post, which I saw through Amy Vernon, hit me. I know not everyone is black, friends with a black person, aware that black people aren’t inherently thugs or angry, everyone is not me, but everyone living int his country is a part of what is going…