text:  St. Louis. I mean, like, East St. Louis is really, I mean, the worst of the worst place to be. And his name was Rich Hankins. And he was my roomie. And you should have seen his family when the white boy showed up and, you know, ta-da, I'm here. You know, and they're like, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's this all about? But you know what? We had some great conversations. And we never understood, I never understood racism, but I learned a lot about it, you know?