I feel like if someone is going to mess with you, crossing the street to avoid them is one of those things that elevates the situation in many cases. Tells the potential threat you're scared.
Went to the plantation yesterday. It is one thing to read and hear about slavery, but quite another to see where it occurred. Beautiful property, but definitely a sad and moving experience too. Edit: there were child sized shackles, like seriously wtf?
There seemed to be a transition, or two separate statements. We both know I don't really have scruffy facial hair. Or any facial hair. I got my facial-hair capabilities, or lack thereof, from your shallow side of the gene pool.