NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring/Summer 2014 | Page 15

“You all right?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, a bit remorseful.
“You gotta remember not to be by the
fence when they ridin’ them bulls.
Them niggas be half drunk and not
payin’ attention and anything can
happen. You understand?” he asked.
“Yeah, Daddy.”
He popped open another Schlitz and
handed it to me.
“Here. That one’s for you. Don’t tell
your momma. Matter fact, don