“One time, when I was your age, I had a job at a gas station. It was freezing, ice everywhere. A customer, this preppy white guy, was like, ‘Watch out for the black ice!’ I thought he said, ‘Watch out for the Black guys.’ I’m looking around like, ‘I’m the only Black guy here.’ So then I felt called to beat his ass. For what, though? It was pointless. I spent a night in jail, and to this day a confused white man is walking the earth wondering why a gas station attendant tackled him in ’05.” He paused. “Keep it a buck, that part I don’t care as much about.”

