One Nation, Under God
I have a hard time with faces sometimes. I don’t know why that is.
Whenever someone changes hair color or wears a hat, helmet, or an N95 mask to possibly keep their risk of getting COVID-19 lower, sometimes I do not know who I am talking to. That last one was pretty specific. I can relate to wearing a mask when entering a store or gas station around town, which leads me to ask, did you recog-nize me?
The obvious answer is yes! I stand out like a sore thumb. I have long dreadlocks, stand at six-feet-one and weigh a little more than 250 pounds. Oh yeah, my skin is the tone of a milk chocolate ca...
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