“What alleyway?” the dispatcher asks him.
“I’m not from here, I’m not from here, it happened like by fucking, whatchammacall it, the Microtel and shit,” he says. “He asked me if I had weed,” he says, describing how he and his girlfriend were sitting in the car, how the two of them were homeless and trying to find a place, and this man walked up to them, so he rolled down his window.
“What did he look like?” the dispatcher asks.
“A Black man with dreads,” Hill says as he screams again. “He’s Black, he’s wearing a fucking black t-shirt, with like, torn jeans and he has dreads and he looks real dirty.”