The conversation between the musician (playing guitar), music teacher, construction worker, college student, and I went something like this:
Hanging out with elderly ladies smoking cigarettes at bus stops talking about the KKK and how they should upgrade the robe to include bold prints and call themselves the KKHeeeyy (or enlist Juggalos and call it the KKAyyo) including a smattering of six year-old half-black girls playing violins at recitals (Suzuki method) for Korean parents so as not to bring "Shame to the family!"
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