Thank god, Clarence can't stand police. He may be Caucasian but he didn't trust them any more than anyone living in NYC ought to.

"Heh, nah, don't feel like you gotta feed me." That would have been kind funny, though. And now he was thinking about grabbing a hotdog anyway.

"I mean, I think most other teens would agree that it's ideal for you to not lecture us. If you're not our mom or dad, or a teacher who works with us directly, then you don't have any right to. That's what I think anyway." And he didn't mind being honest about that.

But speaking of... "So you also had times you had to get away from home when you were younger?"