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.
"Oh, so he just gon' come over here with that oppressed-bought food?!"
I'm still weak.
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