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I remember I got off of work early to attend a birthday party. I was on the bus at the time because I didn’t have a car yet. I always sat in the back (shout out to Jim Crow) and it was this brotha sitting in the back. We greeted each other and then I sat at the opposite end of the row he was sitting with my headphones on.
This dude was acting paranoid and kept trying to talk to me about random nonsense. I tried to play it cool but he wouldn’t calm down and started accusing the bus driver of calling the police on him. Then he started saying he was going to jump outta the bus while it was moving. I told him to just get off the bus if he was so worried and he started saying, “why? So you can call the cops on me, n***a?” “Why is that white boy moving like that in the front of the bus?”
Man, I was getting so fed up with this guy but there was something in his eyes that told me to tread carefully. I ran into plenty of knuckleheads and drug addicts but he just didn’t sit right with me. I got off the bus a few stops away from my house because I didn’t want that dude to see where I lived. Never saw him again though.
This dude was acting paranoid and kept trying to talk to me about random nonsense. I tried to play it cool but he wouldn’t calm down and started accusing the bus driver of calling the police on him. Then he started saying he was going to jump outta the bus while it was moving. I told him to just get off the bus if he was so worried and he started saying, “why? So you can call the cops on me, n***a?” “Why is that white boy moving like that in the front of the bus?”
Man, I was getting so fed up with this guy but there was something in his eyes that told me to tread carefully. I ran into plenty of knuckleheads and drug addicts but he just didn’t sit right with me. I got off the bus a few stops away from my house because I didn’t want that dude to see where I lived. Never saw him again though.
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