"Every day I think I’ve done the wrong thing. It’s an exhausting way to live. One time, I was walking down Cherry Street to get some Thai for dinner, and this white guy in a polo shirt came running toward me. He looked worried. I slipped to the side. Maybe he was trying to catch a bus, I thought. A minute later another white guy in a gray t-shirt came after him with a big smile and a steak knife."
