one was purple with green dots, if they were cool with you, you were cool with them...plain and simple. I had a few black acquaintances at school, though none I would have really called a friend at the time. There was one event that changed everything.
             It started in 1986. I was 15 at the time and hanging outside the school between classes with two of my friends, Rick and Gary. A black kid, whom I didn't recognize, came up and asked if he could bum a smoke. I gave him one, and he hung out for a few minutes while we finished ours. He told us his name was Martin and he
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