Look. I'm not gonna bullshit you. Last night I was thinking about eternal destiny, the cosmos, and the future of American society. What I decided to do after this act of contemplation, as fucked up as it were, was carried out all the same.
I specifically said "fuck it", "I don't give a fuck", "what I'll do is see what's been brewin' around town." I haven't been to a midwestern bar since Nov. of 2009. I felt that some analysis must be done, for the curse of synchronicity, as good as it's been, has got "some shit to say to me. "
Either that, or my dipshit-American ass felt like getting drunk!!
I put on my best gray/ shorts/with left legging shredded from god knows what drunken yesteryear/ Some random black Hanes shirt, with sleeveless black Hanes gear shirt underneath/ and of course my brand new Nike Ruckus skate shoes. It was at this second did I dare come into contact with the greatest black - man vocalist I have ever heard in my life. THIS GUY WILL FUCK YOU.
I was sitting there, as this black band, played every black person song you could ever remember, from Prince, to Michael Jackson, to a lot of Disco, AND....?
What shocked me the most about this particular venture, was understanding just how much drunk white American bitches go for four hundred pound black male singers.
At this point, I didn't know if it was good beer, or bad beer, because I didn't "give a fuck." The silliest bit was, I ran into some chick I used to have deep "philosophical", and "intellectual" conversations with, from days long passed.
So I was all like "Hey bitch, I remember your ass, right?" And she was all like: "No.". And then she said "Oh yeah. I remember you." "You were the guy with the long black hair always hanging in your face."
And of course I was all like "Whatever bitch."
We decided to agree that the past was too fucked up for drunk people to ever contemplate, and we focused on the black, male singer.
I have never seen so many white ladies, with panties in such a bunch, as the ladies that were being spellbound by "Captain-Black-A-Lot." I wonder how many white broads this man bangs on a daily bases. I bet this guy bangs more white broads, than I have white slices of bread within seven days of a given week.
I was so shocked, and so spellbound by this black man's groove, that I literally decided to go home. Within minutes, I realized, to just what degree, how fucked up white woman get up on alcohol. It is absolutely shocking.
I learned a lot tonight.
...but The King of Blacks, made shit Real... for good.