“You drank the Kool-Aid. Wait, what’s vegan for Kool-Aid? Tree sap? Well you drank the tree sap.”
Blacktress and her friend Iyanla are walking out of the Kirk Douglas Theater in Culver City after just taking in a matinee performance of a play: The Convert, about a young girl in colonial Africa who falls hook line and sinker for Jesus and abandons her African culture for Christianity and Western ideals.
Spoiler alert: The whole thing ends in a bloody mess.
“Damn that chick really drank the Kool-Aid didn’t she?” Iyanla says lighting the American Spirit she bummed from a sort of cute guy standing on the corner.
Iyanla doesn’t normally smoke, but after three plus hours in the theater, the girls have gobbled up every near -edible thing in the bottom of their purses and she’s desperate for anything that might keep hunger pains at bay.
“I know. Assimilation is a motherfucker.” Blacktress says, “Now please let’s eat.”
The Adventures of Blacktress 