Land of Cunts

It was a sunny day as I walked down San Pablo Avenue in Oakland. I looked around and enjoyed the scenery, because I had never been to this area of town before. As I walked by a couple of buildings, I heard loud music coming from one of them. As I got closer, I heard the sounds of kids practicing karate. I knew I was in the right place, because I knew the dance studio was also a martial arts studio. I looked up and saw the words Destinys Arts, drawn in red paint across the top of the building. I walked through two double doors that led me to the loud music I was hearing. I entered a small office where several people were on the phone. This seemed ironic to me because when I had repeatedly called the studio, the answering machine was always on.
I came to the studio because I was looking for a man named Rashad, a hip hop dance teacher. I walked up to a lady and asked her if she knew Rashad. She said yes, and that he would be coming back around 6:30 pm that evening. Since it was only 4:...