growing up in seattle definitely robbed me of some of the finer parts of black living, mainly the fish fry. wait, i can just blame this on my parents, who raised me in federal way and proceeded to not interact with anyone outside of our house leaving us to be the only black people we knew. This is hyperbole of course, but it sounds interesting. the whole concept of you buy, we fry is genius…as is sweet potato pie and the kobbler king. GENIUS.
i’m fasting tomorrow. breakfast, and then a day of spiritual soul searching and relaxation. i can’t tell of which one i’ll do more. i haven’t yet decided. i’m headed to bed, and i’ll to discover more of myself once i have less white rum in me.