July 2010
I almost died tonight. Sitting at a bus stop at 10 pm with my two giiiirls and a racially confused white boy and a cracked out old black man decide to talk to us.
“You’re cute. You’re cute too. You’re deffenatly cute. You got that charm.”
“No, man. They’re seventeen.” “They just need parent permission slips or something.”
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Michael: Why me?
Mia: Because you saw me when I was invisible.
