It’s cold outside this liquor store.
My ride is 10 minutes away, so:
I wait and I freeze as I stare at McDonald’s, Chinese and GNC across the way from me.
An emergency vehicle parks to my left
Warm in his car probably considering me for a theft.
Because I’m alone and I’m black and there’s booze on me.
But that’s certainly paranoia, or the weight of the world and all it gives eating at me.
Liquor Store
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