On the John
My buddy the racist
Originally completed August 17, 2009
Last Tuesday night, at 10:20, I received a text from one of my oldest and dearest. This friend—we’ll call him “Davis”—is a poet and an MC, and would be performing a few minutes of a cappella verses at an open mic in Lakeview just before the 11 o’clock hour. It had been a long day’s work and I was planning to just head home, so when he texted I shook off the tired, changed my shirt, hopped in the car. Continue reading “On the John: My buddy the racist”