J walks into my room before dismissal:
J: You still need that Mr. C?
Mr. C: What?
J: That yellow xanax.
Mr. C: No. Why would I need xanax?
J: So you can calm down, you take that and you feel a lot better.
Mr. C: Why would I need to be calm?
J: So you can chill, it’ll be the best night you ever had.
Mr. C: My nights are fine.
J: You gon’ watch TV and it’ll be funny as hell, even if it stupid.
Mr. C: I will just watch something funny if I want to laugh.
J: You defeating the purpose.
J: Hey K, you think I should give him something that I got?
R: I don’t fuck with no pills.
J: K, should I give it to him?
J: Something that will have him on the ground.
Mr. C: I don’t want to be on the ground.
J: You gon’ be trying to eat your food, but yo head be going to the
table at the same time.
J: Yo whole body will be feeling too good.
Mr. C: No I’m good.
In a discussion about current weather topics, New Orleans and Mardi Gras came up and we got off topic.
B: You been to New Orleans?
Mr. C: Yes.
B: You know how they make they spaghetti in new Orleans?
K: For mardi gras?
B: Yeah, they use that voodoo.
Mr. C: Mardi Gras can get a little out of hand.
B: They be doing stuff to they food.
Mr. C: What do you mean?
B: You know they spaghetti sauce?
K: Yeah. They put skulls in em?
K: They put roaches in them?
Mr. C: Why would they put roaches in them? They have to eat the food.
B: Nah, they put blood in there.
Mr. C: What?
B: You know when a girl get her period? They put that in there.
Mr. C: Who told you that?
B: They do! My cousin came back with spaghetti, and she told me.
Mr. C: How did she know?
B: She ate it and said it was good. That’s why I never touch spaghetti.
Mr. C: I think I would have heard about that.
L: You ain’t no vegetarian, you a prejudice or something.
Mr. C: Ha. I’m vegan, so I’m a food prejudice maybe.
T: You ever had them broccoli thangs?
Mr. C: No…?
T: You know a rice krispie treat?
Mr. C: Yeah.
T: It’s like that, but in broccoli form. It got cheese in the middle.
Mr. C: That sounds interesting.
T: It’s good. My sister gets them from the Mexican market. She eat like a Mexican.
Mr. C: You mean she likes Mexican food.
T: Yeah, when I first saw them, I didn’t think I’d like them. But I tried one and I was like “Damn that’s not bad.”
Mr. C: You see, vegetables aren’t bad. You never know until you try it.