Friday Afternoon, Old Eastern Avenue and Glenwood, Essex
While waiting for the bus under the shelter a white woman was approached by an innocent, misunderstood, unarmed, victim of her oppression, who rose up against Whitey then and there, pressed her against the back of the shelter, reached his hand into her pocket, and took her wallet, which contained cash, credit cards and identification.
Prudently wishing to avoid the long, pale hand of the law, our hero fled back into the rental complex he had emerged from, having made one more bold stroke against the evil oppressor state that profited from the enslavement of his ancestors—who didn’t steal shit, and you see where that got them!
