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I looked him in the eye and he said no. Good. I needed that. I asked him why and he just smiled and winked his eye. That wasn’t an answer. I wanted an answer, not a smile and a wink. I turned around and saw a hole in reality. A huge gap. A gap where [...]

I couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but it sure sounded cool. I knew he had all my money in his future and that was red. Red like a London Bus. Did he understand me? I shouldn’t think so. Give me a pint of petrol I said. He didn’t understand that. Well why would [...]

He told me I was the blackest white man he had ever met Because I listened to reggae? Or danced to the hip-hop beat? A nice idea, perhaps he thought, Put blackness in a package? I think he bought his stereotyped ideas, When he tried to lose his cultural baggage. “Oh, individuality. Don’t bother me [...]