It’s Heavy Kelton and I’m serious. I should be on top of the world but it’s like a weight sometimes. I go into poor communities and I’m accepted because if my looks. I smile and I get the “White boy you lost?” A lot and I say “Man and no. I came to hang out with the Bros if that’s all right” Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they nod, never are the threatening, never do they tell me to leave, never do I feel unwelcome. They know why I’m there. I don’t know how but the know I’m not there to threaten them, to harm them. One brother told me I was in distress and I was where I belonged. I agreed. Sometimes I just feel better around the Bros. I feel safer to be me, and I like Soul Food.