Last night, a man boarded a 90 bus headed up U Street in the midst of an historic weekend for the city of Washington, D.C. “Wow, U Street’s changed,” the man remarked. “I haven’t been on a bus in years. It’s a beautiful thing, though. What do they call it? Gentrification or some shit?”

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“Hey, baby girl,” he remarked to the woman sitting across from him.

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“I’m half-Cuban, half-Cherokee, half-brother,” he informed her.

“Wow, three halves,” she replied. The half-Cuban, half-Cherokee, half-brother inquired as to whether she would like to party with him that evening. The Baby Girl declined. She and her male companion disembarked at the next stop.

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“Everyone on this bus,” he announced. “I apologize for my inflammatory statements and for the tone of my voice. I am sorry. I am. It was bad. It was not right.”

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“I apologized,” he continued, speaking now only to himself. “I made a public speech. I said I was sorry.”