“I don’t wanna hear another word about it. State of Alleybama says I gotta keep you halfway-home brothahs accordant with the law and with proper morals. Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.” He stalked off then, leaving Desmond to make crude faces at his backside. Malcolm kept muttering as he went. “Darn tootin’, I knows about all that. Ain’t lettin’ no brothah go on that ecstasy trip, buggin’ up, droppin’ in, tunin’ out, gettin’ down, somethin’ like that…”