This story happened while I was in High School and for the sake of the rules we’ll say I was 18 at the time. Given that quite a bit of time has passed the dialog has been mostly improvised from memory but the meat of the story is exactly how it happened.
So there we are in the dead of night driving through the type of place where they play banjo music, refer to black folks as ‘Boy’ still and generally just don’t like their daughters dating people with as much pigment in their skin as I do. Why you might ask? Because I had met another girl off the internet who was very much interested in fucking, but even I was hesitant about going to a place like this by myself.
“Dude, sure you want to do this” My cousin Jay said looking at the house/large trailer that we pulled up too. “You know they probably still lynch your kind around here, right? He said half joking.