Roscoe: “Ever-buddy calm down, she my date, dis is my
date, guys! Relax, okay! Relax, I see you guys lay-tah.”Roscoe was the alpha dog in the group home!
He was like the older brother trying to deal with his little
brothers and sisters. ͳey all hugged him and lined up at
the door to say goodbye. Roscoe mnally got through his
people and to me, and he gave me flowers.
And yes, there were bugs in them.
Roscoe: “Tiĉ-a-Knee, I gonna show youuu sucha good
time, we gunna have so much fuuuuun. We gunna eat
da best buuurgers . . .”On and on like that, the whole car ride. He mnally calmed
down by the time we got to Hermosa Beach, to a bar called
Hennessey’s. It was karaoke night.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been to Hennessey’s in
Hermosa Beach, but this is a beachy, preppy, white-people
bar. It’s where the bros drink their brews, and the surfers
sip their hurricanes, and they all just white together.
We were the ONLY black people in there. Even the
busboys were white.
We ordered our drinks, and before they even came,
Roscoe ran up to the stage. With his good arm, he grabbed
the mic from the last person who sang. I am pretty sure
there was a long line of people waiting their turns, but you
know how polite these beachy white people are. ͳey ain’t