While waiting for my turn at the salon, I watched a boy not much older than Arzilla sing along to the Little Wayne song playing. His barber, a wanna be militant, asked the kid who Little Wayne was. The little boy launched into a discussion aboutJune not only signals that I can sleep until seven, it means graduation. Next year, I’m sure I’ll be boohooing away as The Teen struts the stage to accept her diploma, but this year I’m once again appalled at what we have evolved into.
Repeat after me: people, we got to do better.
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