Would you know my name.. if I saw you in heaven...

Cus I know I don't belong.. here in heaven..

patjoyce said
Goddamnit Eric Clapton, get out of here!! We're so sick of telling you!!!

Shit.. imma go head and .. u know..

Sounds wild, but Idk if that's a "lost faith in humanity" situations. Glad it all ended relatively well.

LuckyNumbrXIII said
Ah the ol anti white double standard. 

White guy should control himself/I wish the African guys trounced him. 

 

Very nice, very nice. Dunno if I should be proud that white people are put on a social pedestal by non whites or sad that I could never beat a minority's ass without the whole village chasing me with pitchforks. 

I hate to agree with that, but its usually true in one on one fights. I've always prevented myself from fighting the black dudes I had arguments with, primarily on the fact that if I were to win or inflict damage, there stands a likelihood that I would be unfairly ganged up on by the dudes friends and family. At least that's how it seemed in my city. There is a trace of racism and what appears like ignorance, but I have a very good sense about choosing my fights. 

I was drinking with my very close friend, who is black, back around 2003. He had two other black dudes with him. We got on the subject of shrooms. I mentioned before how off and on, I'd grown many psilocybin strains since 1998. I don't anymore, but I am learned on the subject. Well this guy tried to aggressively "sell" me a tiny corner of a ziploc full of yellow white dust for $30. I told him that it wasn't worth jack shit. Politely as possible. He got aggressive, and shirtless. The shirtless part is when a white guy is supposed to cower in fear. I stood my ground like always, trying to not agitate him further whilst explaining my case.

He tried to step. Not hard, because I could see in his eyes that he knew I wouldn't back down, but he had to play the game to save face. "I'm a real nigga!" He said. He kept repeating it.

"I'm a real nigga!" 

Finally I calmly reply, "yes I can see that you are. But it doesn't change the fact that you're charging me thirty bucks for a corner of shroom dust." We haggled for a bit while my friend just giggled at me playing the collected cowboy. And then it was over. I did not mention that at points I truly was considering caving his chest in. Why didn't I? Because his friend would've joined in. If I did damage, they were at my house, and a silly retaliation exercise would've commenced. And who has time for that? 

If he was a white dude, we would've fought and whoever won would win. I don't foresee a community posse of honkies coming back at me with gats.... but you know what? Maybe I'm wrong. I'm starting to question what I just thought at the beginning of this story. Maybe I just have an ingrained prejudice that black people will band together if they have sore feelings. This is based likely on elementary school complications where when I got pissed at this black girl for hitting me, I hit her back and then the entire eight or nine black girls and boys harassed me the whole next day. Even during class. They took my drawing book and colored all over my dope ass pictures. At one point I asked the leader of the grammar school militia why it was going on. He is a very smart guy and I was surprised at him acting in that way due to just the one side of the girls story.

He said "well why you always mess with her?" 

O replied that she was the instigator. He thought about it. We chatted. 

"Its only cus she likes you," he said at the end. I said hmmmm... then we crushed it, pretty much. Pretty soon they moved our seats around and somehow my seat was still next to hers. In a weird corner angle of the room. Soon enough she let me finger her every day and she would play with my erection while we read shit aloud like "Ramona Quimby Age 8" and "Where the Red Fern Grows". One time I got called on to read aloud but had no fucking clue what sentence we were on, let alone page. Ahhh... moral? There is no racial squabble a little consensual sex stuff won't fix. Right?

Although I really don't think that would apply in the Ferguson shooting..... 

I would have pulled the bums pants down, publicly humiliating him by exposing his dirty, harry penis, and Bums are pretty slow moving, so it would take a good minute for him to pull his pants up, thus allowing everyone to point and laugh, and possibly get arrested for indecent exposure