I don’t know why I went back this far, why I’m telling you this, but maybe it’s just ‘cause like, I was thinking about Raymond, how he would preach the gospel in this dilapidated church when we were kids, and also how he used to tear up strips of construction paper and eat them and swear the different colors had their own flavors, and now we’re both grown and he’s done time for cutting some nigga’s face open with a beer bottle and I have a kid of my own. It’s wild to think about.
