Person stabbed on Kensington Street in Roxbury

The old man had a shop on Boylston Street I would hang out at. So when I would want a little something other than a sandwich made at the Cheese Shop by Dini Lamot, I would take advantage of a hamburger special at the Brigham's a few doors down.

For about three bucks, as I recall, I got a nice burger, crinkle cut fries and a Big Brig™. A sumptuous repast for a young stoner.

So one day, I'm baked, sitting in a booth facing the door when this big fat Dunkie comes in and walks to the fountain counter there and orders two shakes, a vanilla and a black and white. Don't ask me why I remember that fact. The young black kid makes the shakes and puts them in a bag and hands them to the cop. The cop then took the bag, turned and started to leave without paying. The young man, startled, mutters weakly, "Sir, sir...that's three dollars, please?"

The cop turned back around walked to the counter and got right in the kid's face and said, "What did you just say to me, nigger"? The kid, clearly terrified, just muttered again, "That's three dollars, Officer". The cop then stepped back, and then smiled broadly and said "White cops don't have to pay for shit in this town, boy, something I'm sure your daddy would tell you if you had one".

Things really have changed here since then, haven't they?