Guest Blogger: Brad
In first grade there was a kid named Robby.
Robby was gray, straight up gray. His skin was gray.
So I called him Grayboy.
On his birthday Grayboy's mom brought cupcakes for the class.
Grayboy's mom was a white lady and disturbingly ugly.
She was dirty and her hair was mussed.
Now I really liked cupcakes, but imagining her dirt and nicotine stained fingers touching that cupcake batter and frosting made me shudder, and I refused her tiny cakes.
--Brad, 1986
GRAYBOY
Saturday, June 13, 2009