Stay. Go. Go. Stay. Tryin’ to decide done made me doggone tired. Grand Rapids it is! 120 miles is a lot different than you think. The change from city horns to country bugs is enough to make you go plum crazy. Even the human beans was changed. Come to find out a lil’ black boy walking down the road at 2a.m. was a change these folks wasn’t ready for. Most of the cars stepped on they brakes to see if what they thought they saw was for real. Then they keep goin’. But not Mister black hat and his baloney mustard sandwich. Givin’ me that nice cold red pop did what mister black set out to do, break the ice between us. Not only that, the sweet syrup freed me to lie ‘bout where I come from…
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