So we're sitting here at this table. Waiting for the Black Solidarity Day march to start.
We're a little high... Well. Yea.
This guy walks over to the table with some wings from a vendor in the school cafe. He sits down at the table in front of us... he's actually sitting there now. Still. On the phone.
And I guess Marley was insulted.
"Oh, so he just gon' come over here with that oppressed-bought food?!"
I'm still weak.