Uraeus and I were waiting in line in a drive thru on Crenshaw at El Pollo Loco when a man walked by wearing a large and low key slightly over the top purple African (kingly) gown.
Uraeus: He must be the pastor of the church.
Me: I guess so.
(pause. beat.)
Uraues: Or he lost a really big bet.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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