Madame Red and I really wanted to see a film called Wendy and Lucy last week. Turns out they were only showing it in one of Los Angeles most famous ghettos. We went there with a certain apprehension, our heads filled with images of films and TV shows. We were not scared, but a little concerned. And when we arrived, what we saw was even worse than what we’d imagined.
What future for the children growing up there, I am asking you?
What dreams can they have?
You can’t even become a good rapper when you’re from Beverly Hills, can you?