Its a Shame to Be a Negro (Chapter 8, page 1 of 23)

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Chapter 8

Early Afternoon The guys came to pick me up. As usual, the car was parked across the street in front of the house waiting for me.

"It looks like Carter don't wanna hang out with us anymore, ever since he's about to become a professional violinist. He's rarely around us," complained Reggie.

Patrick and Jack sat on the curb smoking a joint, passing it back and forth.

"That's true, it's as if we need to set up an appointment with him if we want to see him," Patrick retaliated as I walked out of the door behind him.

"Shut up you guys. You know you'll always be my bodies no matter what."

"Used to be," Jack replied.

"Shut your butt hole, Jack."

"Yeah," Reggie agreed with me.

"All right, you guys know what time it is. So let's keep on moving."

I got in the back seat of the car. Patrick checked his watch. "Time for you to get ready for your concert."

"It's too early. I've got plenty of time. The show is at nine, so why don't we go to Blue Bar and shoot some pool before then."

"Good idea!" said Jack.

"Everybody get in the car. I'll drive. Pass me the key," Reggie told Patrick, holding his hand out. Patrick threw the key at him, and it landed in his shirt. The rest of the guys got in the car before Reggie sped away.

Blue Bar We arrived at the bar. For a week day it was pretty enthusiastic.

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