Saturday, September 13, 2014

Dis.re.spect.ful.

12:50am. Group of rowdy and presumably drunk white boys pass by me on Grand River and go "Ayyyye!" with their hands up, expecting a response from me. I say nothing and keep it moving. Don't even look in their direction. Disappointed, one of them yells after me, "Yeah, whatever b*tch! Go home!" Never have I ever been called out of my name like that before. White boys. And they wonder what "our" problem is...

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