My father (this is several years ago and I was very young) took me into the city to see a band that was occasionally walked in place. We went because a parade that was named after the lack of color we call 'Black' had canceled it's visit to what was, at that time, our current town of residence.
He said something akin to "When you are out of these awkward adolescent years, will you be the savior of those that have stopped working, the beaten in those that have been condemned by their actions?" At which point the announcer for the parade looked away from his vocal projecting device to draw in a breath. It turns out, he'd been stung by a bee and was going into anaphylactic shock; my father had been to busy asking me if I would vanquish the servants of Satan that occasionally plagued my dreams and the people who did not hold faith in me to notice the gasping man behind us.
holy fucking shit what is this
