1-A

“Watch where the hell you’s goin’ boy. You’s lucky I ain’t in no rush, or you’s be a dead white boy!” A middle aged black woman hollered. She passed by in her Lincoln Continental without a second glance.

She shouted at a young man, Caucasian, early twenties, a dark grey shirt, with khakis, and a hoodie tied around him, dangling in the middle of the road. Cars honked all around him; angry and rushed they swerved around the man with blank eyes. He stared. Dangling and staring, hi. . .