Do you have a problem with the b-word? I'm talking boundaries!
I’m sitting at the red leather lunch counter on the world tour bus I called home that spring and summer, when T-streets, a rapper from New Orleans with contrasting neck tattoos and gold chains, turns to me and says “Kaahhlee” with his southern accent holding onto the “ahhh” part for a while- “You from France or somewhere?”.
Hmm, when this happened 4 years ago I had never even been to France. “No, I responded. What made you ask that?”
“Cause, you’re so nice, people been talking about you backstage and we all figured you must be from one of those happier countries.”
“Nope, I’m home grown”.
I smiled because people thought I was nice, and then I smiled again because that was only half the story.