Two weeks ago I saw a very heavy set brother coming out of Kentucky Fried Chicken with a big set of food. The brother had dreads and also a button of H.I.M on the front of his jacket. I greeted the brother and tried to converse with him but for some reason he would not look me in the eyes. He just kept his head glued to the ground while talking to me and he spoke in a very low volume. I could barely hear what he was saying. We did not talk for long because he said he was hungry and had to go. I did not know what to make of this experience.