Let me tell you something, if I see people running in public I don’t need to know nothing else, I’m out. I have, I will, continue to run with little to no evidence of any immediate danger. Sometimes I’ve inadvertently started the running. To be fair it was when we use to smoke in this girl Paulina’s staircase, it was a massive building all echo-y. Sounds would just be coming from anywhere, random clinks, doors opening and closing, the higher I got the more paranoid. When I thought someone was closing in I’d jet, my black friends would follow. Then one day one of the white girls was like stop, just stop, no one’s coming, we’ve been running for no reason. Blew. My. Mind. But who did the boy really belong to, Brandy or Monica? Via: Melanin Board