The We of Rayshard Brooks Isn’t it a privilege to fall asleep in the front seat of your car, pass out, some nights, from a night of drinking? And not worry. Not worry you could wake-up dead. Having been found, and not asked just to move along. Shake off the night. To drive through the drive-through, sober or drunk from drinking in the stars, through the moonroof. An accessory you could afford without worrying too much about being overcharged. Becoming lost in space. Between the black and whi … (read more)
