So, the men (usually more than one) would come flyin' up on two wheels behind the art department as Em and I absconded from the building and into an old Volvo. It was always a Volvo. Onward we would ride to the Hillsborough Street Bojangle's. You see, there is a lull in traffic at Bojangle's between the hours of 0900 and 1000. This is why we call it The Chickening Hour. 2/
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We never had to adjust locations, either. The beauty of the timing was that the administration had all manner of other shit to do after first period, so even when they did manage to make it to the Bojangle's on Hillsborough Street in futile attempts to catch us out truant, we were already back in that ol' Volvo, rollin' out. I probably flipped Kathy Hill one hundred thousand middle fingers. 3/