Bernie Sanders Has a Black Woman Problem, and That’s Going to Prove Impossible to Get Beyond
I left something at my mother’s house. And the girl I was with needed to pee.
That’s how it started. I forget what it was now, but it must’ve been something important because I drove there to get it in the middle of the night with her in the car. I was in college then, and I imagine it was something for school. When we pulled up to my mom’s house, I told the girl that I was just going to run in and grab whatever it was that I needed, and tried to hop out the car fast. But she told me she needed to pee. I started sweating.
I was about to bring a white girl into my mother’s house.