The first two sets had already gone and BJ was up next. “There’s only four,” BJ said. “I see six, I think.” Hai searched the faces. “Did you count Wayne?” “Yeah. And that’s an Indian couple.” BJ let the curtain fall and groaned. “Fuck. How are there only this many Black people at a wrestling match?” “Are you kidding?” said Hai. “It’s an amateur wrestling match. In a dive bar where biker gangs make drug deals.” “They don’t even look like they’re from East Gladness,” BJ sighed.
