America isn’t much better but down there, you at least stand a chance. In the Confederation of Canada, you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in he...ll. The fake-smiling, super-polite bigots work day and night to prevent you from reaching the top. It’s what they’re all about. I have ambition to spare, folks. I really do. Don’t buy into the ‘comfort myth’ that Black men in North America are lazy, criminally inclined or lacking ambition. I work hard because of that stereotype. That’s why I’m attending. “Of course I want to be around you. Why wouldn’t I? Just because things got heated between me and my parents doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t affect us in any way,” I assured him.“Where are you going? Can I come with you?” “I…don’t know where I’m going. I actually didn’t think it through. I think I’m kind of homeless at the moment,” I said with a rough chuckle, not really feeling amused at all.“Katya, why don’t you come to my house for a little while? I think it would be good for both of. .. hnnghhh... haaaahhh...” and then after a short break and Veronica taking a few deep breaths, we just picked up where we left off. Then finally she stepped out, and found a bottle of body lotion in her toiletry and threw it to me and said “Would you? It's 'intimate area friendly' too”.So of course we spent the day in bed together, and when I walked to the door I wasn't even fully awake really, and it was only when I pushed the button and it made that 'click-beep' sound that I thought 'Why. I recall a gas station sign at the next exit, but could not recall ever using it. The needle was getting below "E" by the time I made it to the exit. I sighed a great sigh of relief when I saw the blue highway sign and the only thing on the services sign was BP. Relief became dismay as I pulled off the highway and saw BP 2.5 miles. Dismay became bewilderment as I pulled in and realized it was closed. Sunday at a nowhere exit...not surprising. I pulled through the pumps and beside the building,.