So when you pick up a couple thugs at a 7 – 11 and they sit behind you speaking a language you don’t understand and you wonder if they are going to run, or pay you and leave a decent tip, or stick a knife under your chin and tell you to give them your money it’s hard not to be a tad racist and forget that people can speak your language and blow your head off for no reason whatsoever. Nonetheless you get a little nervous so you try and make small talk but you can’t get a gauge on what’s happening so you go with God and hope for the best and you damn well better be prepared for the worst.
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