Last night, I met some dude on the train platform from Georgia and we got to talking. Actually he was drunkenly rambling and I was just trying to keep from falling asleep by listening to him. So on the platform this guy is making his comments about the racial situation in NYC versus Atlanta "cause you know, in ATLANTA, black people and hispanics are like tight you know..." He showed me his Georgia drivers license to prove his first point, and gave me a pound to drive home the second. (Don't you love people immediately jump into a racial conversation and then say "...cause I don't even care about race")
Apparently though, he doesn't get love from black pepole in the NYC. While he was explaining these situations he would sort of slip into freestyle rapping. Either that or he lives in a neighborhood where people try to rob you in rhyming verse, it was like a a reading from the new york edition of trapped in the closet. Then he showed me his drivers license again to remind me where he was from.
No comments:
Post a Comment