Joe came by yesterday to cut the grass and we were talking about his nephew who he witnessed being stabbed in front of him over a dice game. Joe said he’s not the number one witness in the case.
Who is, I asked.
“The number one witness is a woman who was standing across the street.”
I asked, “What makes her the number one if you were sitting right there and it’s your nephew?”
“She’s white.”
Ahh, I said.
Long pause of silence.
Joe said, “You never kill what you won’t eat.”
Agreed, I said.