It was a couple of weeks ago when I had a phone conversation with my uncle.
“Hey, so The Originator’s Fury and I have a plan for a small protest in this city.” I pitched the idea to him.
“Is that so? What will this entail?” He wondered in his studious baritone voice.
“We’re going to play acoustic versions of our songs for starters, handing out pamphlets for various charities we support, and we’re going to put some companies on blast with a little freestyle song I’ll do.”
“The first couple of ideas are nice, but I’m concerned about the last one.” He replied.
“Why is that, Uncle Wapasha?”