It was in that house we ended up in in North East DC; the one my Dad called Shotgun Heaven. We’d been bumming around the country, following him as he tried to work out his life after divorcing my Mom and leaving his old profession.
UPDATE: This was originally published Dec. 10th, 2014. Since then I've been called a nigger multiple times, most recently, last weekend by an EXTREMELY upset asian-americas "soccer mom." Days without being called a nigger: 7