I talk about race all the time (see the title of my blog) because I love people and think life in America is really interesting.
I made two $100 bets with myself tonight at da club (there for a whiskey tasting) — 1 bet was that the first man that would talk to me and Monica would be a brotha.
$100.
The second bet was that after we stood at the bar for a minute, the R. Kelly looking homeboy (sunglasses on in da club, 3 piece suit, fedora, overall bossed up attitude) would come talk to us within 3 minutes.
$200.
God bless every color of the rainbow of men, for real, but I just wonder what it is sometimes about my certain milkshake recipe that brings all the black boys to the yard. (My butt is proportional to my height/weight ratio and my height/weight ratio is in the 25th percentile.)
