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It was a murder day, and that meant I’d be seeing white people.
I’m only six three.
Bffr
Butchie Dykes.
Bffr
Georgie Porgie…
Policemen are notorious for jaywalking, double-parking, rule-breaking in general. It’s our only perk.
Maria pulled me back to some kind of sanity, and I treasured her for it. Maybe it would have gone on like that forever. Or maybe we would have split up by now. Who knows for certain? We never got the chance to find out.
“You look like you just saw Vanilla Ice on our front porch.”
We’re about as hard to miss as the Harlem Globetrotters in Tokyo.
“You’re saying that our judicial system doesn’t work.” “I believe it in every bone in my body.
At times Nana Mama was a super queen bitch because she knew what was good for me.
“Seriously, Jez. What about the neighbors? We’re in the Tarheel State, right? I don’t want any tar on my heels.”
That one brief moment seemed to underscore the frailty and humanity of the whole trial process.
