u, black maybe, again?

used to work with an older black woman who was raw, sweet, and stronger than anyone i ever knew...ya feel me? told me about one time in the south, way back in the day, she walks into a diner and asks for a hamburger.

"we don't serve black people here," the server replied.

"i didn't ask for a black people. i asked for a hamburger."

mad respect, yo.

buenos aires, argentina, 2006

do you need a character to sell flour, anyway? it's a pretty essential ingredient.