A narrative in America has to have a gun or a car. This one doesn’t have a gun but it does have a car.
I am a character in the narrative. White, male, forty-five years old. I was riding a bike. I’m also the writer.
There is a woman in the narrative. She is another character. Black, female, between twenty-five and thirty-five years old. She was driving the car.
You are the observer. You take it all in. You see so much. You are very tall and your face is huge. You love people and you love to dance.