From beginning to end (including, of course, Dr. King’s assassination), it’s a story about the degree to which the social order is maintained at the barrel of a gun
(In other words, don’t put so much pressure on yourself)
(In other words, don’t put so much pressure on yourself)
She sank into the leather seat of her white Camaro and fished a pack of Virginia Slims from her handbag
She sank into the leather seat of her white Camaro and fished a pack of Virginia Slims from her handbag
Me: [takes long drag of imaginary cigarette] Some of these presidents are for the streets
Me: [takes long drag of imaginary cigarette] Some of these presidents are for the streets
Talk about grasping at straws—and soggy paper ones at that
Talk about grasping at straws—and soggy paper ones at that
(Which I didn’t wear for dinner because it just felt like a lot lol)
(Which I didn’t wear for dinner because it just felt like a lot lol)