Last week or perhaps the week before, Aaron asked me if I wanted to go to a Martin Luther King Jr. Day breakfast. I said "sure!" Free food, talking about justice, hobnobbing with the Richmond social elite (I may have made the latter up); what could be better?
He checked back this afternoon, wanting to know if I was still up for breakfast. "Sure!" I say again. He tells me that he'll be by to get me at 6:40am.
6:40am.
I like justice. I want to see it roll down like the waters. I just think it should do so at a reasonable hour, say 10:30 for a nice justice brunch.
My committment to justice may be flawed, I suppose, but it will be more than made up for by my committment to coffee; I'll need a lot to make it through breakfast.
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