Bye, bye, Black Boy. Have you any gruel?

Yes, sir, yes, sir. Three cup full.

Well, I take one then, if you don't mind.

No, sir. No, sir.

This gruel's all mine.

You've crossed over the spooked. Stay tuned.

You've got to. Okay, so I'm with a friend, chilling, cooking dinner, drinking wine, and she tells me that the eyes are the window into the soul.

And that even if the person cannot see it, even if they're blind, the best way to glimpse

the true self is to look directly into someone's eyes.

I'm chopping the garlic.

Yeah, um, okay, I get it.

That's interesting or whatever, you know.

But she can't leave well enough alone.

Comes back with the kicker.

She says that I never look anyone directly in the eyes.

What?

That's crazy.

I talk to people.

I look folk in the eyes all the time. Really, though. Really?

Okay, well, go ahead. Look me in my eyes right now.

Are you tripping?

You scared?

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