One time I had went to the store with my ma and all these white people were just staring at me. I really wasn’t thinking about it, for real. I walk around the store, picking stuff up for my ma and a lady comes up to me and asked me are you a thug or a banger. I said no. Just because I got tattoos doesn’t mean that I’m a thug or anything. I just like getting them. I like the pain and how it feels. She said, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to know.” She also said that it’s really pretty and I told her thank you. I told her thank you. Now, every time she comes inside my job, she gives me hugs and ask how I’m doing and how is school going and stuff like that. So you should never judge a book by its cover.