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Thoughts from the west shore Barnes & Noble

There’s this girl sitting to my left. Maybe 15. Maybe. Pretty white, pretty upper-middle to upper class. The woman she’s with might be her tutor. Then her phone rings. “Homey what?” “Homey, don’t play me like that.” “For realzies, I ain’t dissin’ yo’ boy.” “Homey, no!” “I’m reading the *$*ing book right now!” etcetera. etcetera.

Then, to my right, appears to be a professional Lando Calrissian impersonator. Knee high boots. Leather mid-waist coat, popped collar, with big bronze buttons. High-quality white collared shirt, dark hair slicked back.

I need to get back to the sane side of the river.