Trevor: He’s like, “Please welcome the snakes of Bali.” I’m like, “The what?” I’m like, “Oh, he said snakes.” And I look, and there’s snakes. There’s a group of men gathering snakes to bring out to us. And so I’m like, “Yeah, no. No, I don’t.” No, because you see, as a black person, culturally, I’m trying to not die.
Trevor: And so we drove for about 20 minutes, to what I thought was going to be a restaurant. Instead (…) [it was] a food truck. Which I’ve learned is common in America. (…) But at that point in time, you’ll have to forgive me, I was little bit apprehensive. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of getting food from an establishment that would not be there the next day. I feel there’s a certain level of accountability that comes with permanence.
Trevor: I was walking through the streets of Chicago, minding my own business. Some guy drove by in a pickup truck and called me the n-word. And I’m not gonna lie, I was disappointed. Mostly because he was driving a pickup truck. Yeah, I just feel like that was an unnecessary stereotype that he didn’t need to perpetuate. You know, I feel like if you’re going to be racist, do something different. Think outside the box. Drive a Prius. It’s better for the environment and it’s quiet. You can sneak up on me. We both win.