as the years go on,
folks i grew up with start to leave this forest.
our journeys have to come to an end eventually.
i remember finding “boyz n the hood” in my uncle’s tape collection.
he had all the good black movies.
i was pretty young and he was a little slow to catch on to dvds.
i remember watching this movie,
while he was supposed to be watching me,
and being fascinated by south central la.
this iconic scene is also one that haunted me for weeks:
i was so traumatized,
but good art can do that.
that was when i became a lowkey stan of john singleton…