2011-10-27 - 10:20 a.m.
Late last night, after class, as I was paying the lady behind the bullet-proof glass at the gas station, a middle-aged man strolled up. He wore a fedora, glasses, and was smoking a cigarette. He was round, and dressed well, and clearly drunk. He approached another man, pumping gas into a pickup. They did not know each other. They shook hands in that way that black men shake hands, and then the man in the hat pointed at the other man's bumper sticker and said, "Obama!" The other man said "Right, right," and then the hatted man said, "Nice to meet you. Always nice to meet another aware brother." And the other man said, "We ain't all Lil' Wayne-in'."
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