My mom always told us kids we had a dad in a million. It's something moms say. But now that I think about it, she was right. My dad wasn't rich or an intellectual, but he was a hell of a guy and I think you would have liked him.
Our story to this point: When last we saw our intrepid hero (me), things were going poorly for him, and he was on his way to "meet the rest of the Crips" — though not voluntarily.
You know, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision that resulted in a very memorable car ride.
The young guy was fired up. Not at me. But at Arabs. He was Hispanic American and he let me know in no uncertain terms that he hated Arab Uber drivers.