71A Outbound, Craig Street, Oakland. Late at night.
A Middle-Aged Black Man has been ranting to his friends for a while about how young black men aren’t like him:

Middle-Aged Black Man: But I’m not like them: I’m cool. I’m so cool I got ice creams in my pockets. Yeah, Ice creams in my pockets, that’s how cool I am.

— Overheard by Ka-CHANG