“John, God sent you as a test for me. Your working on the first half of your life and I’m working on my last half and I’m trying my hardest to get into heaven but your messing it up for me. I’ll be thinking the foulest shit, but I’ll keep it inside and then you come along just as I’m thinking it and come out and say it. You get me started. You have the time to correct your shit before you die, I don’t mess it up for me.”

-Janine
Words from an older black woman