Twenty-two years ago, a white girl had a baby with a black boy. There was gunplay.
Around that time, 2 white guys blew their brains out because their daughters were dating black kids.
That kid is moving into my house.
Thirty years ago, after my dad died, I bought the house. I think he would be pleased.
I retain one bedroom. He’s prepping the walls to paint.
His mom showed up last week and I answered all her questions.
I’ll produce a lease for them to consider.
He’s nice, smart and enormous.
He’s the future.