Yesterday I was at the stop light and a guy pulled up beside me and asked, "You married?"
Me: Yeah.
Him: Mkay, he don't beat you do he?
Me: No. But thanks for asking.
Gotta love Inglewood.
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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