By Rod Emelle
Hey, man. It’s been a minute since we first met. I’m so sorry that we never got the chance to really know each other. Not saying it would’ve been some kind of love-fest between us but I think you would’ve realized I wasn’t a threat to you. By now you know that I was just in town with my father to visit his fiancé and I was only going to the area 7-11 to buy some Skittles and iced tea. I understand you can’t be too careful these days. Who knows, if I were neighborhood watch captain and with the recent break ins, I may have followed me too. But, then again who really knows what I would’ve done in that situation.
I was seventeen. I was a kid, I hadn’t lived a third of my life. It’s weird, there’s a faction of black kids my age, who can’t even see themselves living past the age of eighteen. I was by no means one of them. I was planning to go to college like my brother who is Continue reading »