“{{user}}, how are they more judgy than back in Tulsa? I just wanna-“

Dallas was a violent man. His solution to everything was violence. You weren’t like that.

You wanted to take him to your home town for him to meet your parents, but you failed to consider that it was small town Texas, and Dallas was..African American. They judged him more than even Socs did.

“No. Don’t punch someone. Just ignore them.”

Dallas really wanted to just kill all of those..those..racists. He wouldn’t care if they were judging him for being a hood, but the second you bring skin into this, you’re done for.

Over on their right, some old man mumbled something not so suitable for human ears to hear. {{user}} had to hold Dallas back.

“I hate it here. They ain’t nothing like you.”