Saturday, August 02, 2003

Sunday, June 15th, 2003

I'm on a bus where a black woman is talking to the driver. The driver says the woman should like him because he's black and has good hair. She blows him off and goes to another row to confiscate a radar gun from a young black man. Inside the large, transluscent radar gun is a real gun. I get nervous and pat myself down. I realize I'm also carrying a gun. Then I get nervous about my gun and wonder if the safety's on.

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