O.K. so I just observed some surreal shit!  First I gotta give a little back-story to explain my connection.
     So early this morning, after returning from the Farmer's Market, I sat on my porch to smoke a cigarette.  This guy (seemingly white) on his porch calls across the street like,
"Hey Ms. Lady."  So I'm like, "Wassup, man" without much enthusiasm.  He says,
"Gotta have that morning square!", and I'm like , "You know it."  Then he says.
" I know, wish I had one myself."  He continues, " You like music?"  I say "Yeah".  He says, "What kinda music you like?"  I say, "All kinds."  And he says, " I got some CD's over here, can i show you?"  I say, "Yeah,  lemme grab you a cigarette." 
Long story short, I get a Ramone's Anthology set off him for the low low.


Later into the morning I'm back on the porch and I see a different white guy on the same porch across the street.  He was talking excitedly to someone, but I didn't see the other person.  I didn't hear details of what he was saying.  All I could make out was, "It just makes me sick, I can't stand ... blah blah blah ... muhfukahs!!!"  So I tuned him out until a staccato bass note rings out saying, "LOOK!!!"   I turn around to see and that guy I bought the Ramone's from is on his feet standing like six inches from the disgruntled man's face and he's sorta swaying side to side the way menfolks do when they're 'bout to pounce, right. So i'm thinkin' , "aww shit they're 'bout throw down."  The CD man says, " I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, who the fuk do you think you are!!!  Look at me in my eyes bytch.  You see some white skin, but I'm black, and I will kick yo muhfukin' ass."  The other guy gets real quiet and squirrelly like and the CD man continues, " You see how tan I am, that's cause my folks is black and I ain't tryin' to listen to none of yo ignorant shit, so you can shut the fuk up or I will toss yo' ass off this porch"  By this time the CD man was on raw volume and postured agrressively like two inches in front of the white guy.  So the white guy starts to apologize and the CD man sticks his hand out and they shake on it.  Then the CD man, disappears from my vision back to his position on the porch.  And I hear him say, "If you wanna talk about some shit we can talk about these CD's I'm trying to sell.
!!! ((( WOO ))) !!! LOL !!!
Moral of this tale.  Don't judge a book by it's cover.  And not all white folks are white.  Some white folks are actually black, despite our vision.  This struck me as a blog-worthy slice of life.