Fall Semester

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.

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