Flash Forward with The Amistad Before Us in the Distance
“Next,” the cashier says. I step up, tissues, Coffee, ask for Marlboro Lights. “Shit,” The guy behind me says, “I was here first.” He wasn’t. I watched him saunter in, cool, Decked out in colors I’ve barely dreamed of. “Yo, dawg,” he says, “I take two blunts and twenty Scratch offs,” and pushes me aside, […]