"Say hey!" I know my eyes aren't what they used to be,but I know they aren't so bad that they'd lie to me about seeing a young brownskinnedboy walking along the road just outside of Owosso, Michigan, at twothirtyin the morning."
Bud meets Mr.Leiws
I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or to himself. I peeked up to see if I couldget a better look at this man. He came closer to me, then stopped about tengiant steps away.
"Son," he said, "this is no time to play. I don't know and I don't care why you're out here, but let me tell you I know you're a long way from home. Are you from Flint?"
How Do You Know Were I'm From?
How could he tell I was from Flint just by seeing my face for a second in his headlights? I wonder how grown folks know so doggone much just by looking at you.
What Is Your Name?
"What's your name, son?"
"Now there's an unusual name. Did you run away from home, Bud-notBuddy?"
Bud, not Buddy, sir."
I don't know if it was because of the red pop juicing up my brain or because I'msuch a good liar, but one of those things got me thinking again real quick.