Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Talking to a kid on the job, a Jamaican from the slums of Kingston, with eyes that turn in an instant from innocent to icy. Listening to him talk about the adventures of his youth, of guns and gangs and the politics of Jamaica, I make a guess:
"Yeah. I was a Seaga Boy!" He laughed.
Still proud.

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