"India Sledge, student, West Baltimore, 'Standin' on the corner,'" one projection reads. "I think the police be messin' with the mens, not the females," the girl-character Sledge says. She also has little tolerance for guys who hang on the corner, their pants sagging "instead of how you're supposed to wear them, on your behind." (Sagging pants come up a lot in various monologues, sometimes as a sign of the generational divide in the black community, sometimes as shorthand for disrespect and drug-slinging—though of course the fashion has long extended far beyond that.) Sledge says those guys hanging on the corner in their sagging pants ought to be elsewhere. "I really think that's why police be messing with the males instead of the females," she reiterates. "If you not selling drugs, why you standin' on the corner?" She has another beef about those guys. Why are they always calling out to her, harassing her? (See City Paper's cover story on street harassment) "What's my name? What's my number? 'Come here.' Why I 'come here?'" She shakes her head, says her mother tells her not to walk with headphones on because she needs to be aware of her surroundings. Sometimes she strikes a compromise and walks with her headphones on so she looks absorbed though she doesn't really have the volume on. "I don't like being bothered when I'm walkin'."