Black or White?

David and I were going to Devin's from church last night. At the 72/Wal Trianna red light we get stopped. I end up behind this car, a white honda prelude. What the car is is completely irrelevant. Anyways, when the light turns green he just sits there. Then after like 10 seconds he finally starts going. Then I make a crack on teenage drivers these days, who lets them on the roads (joke, by the way. well, some need to get off the road, but that's neither here nore there); and David makes a joke about black people and how they can't drive. I don't know what he's talking about 'cause I was thinking the driver of the car was a white kid with a toboggan. Then Dave's like, "No, it's a bald black guy." I'm like "No, it's a white guy with a toboggan." We go back and forth a couple times, fully in jest of course, and then we decide that we're going to find out whether he's a black bald guy or a white guy with a toboggan. So I tailgate the guy with my brights on so we can see inside the car. We still can't come to an agreement. Then we have to stop for a cop that's pulled a guy over and he gets ahead of us. So after I get passed him I gun it to catch up. Yes, I sped within radar-gun distance of a cop; but he was occupied. Anyways. I catch up to him at the light at Capshaw. He pulls into that Chevron gas station there on the corner. We're like, let's pull in to see what he is. Well, I pull in as he's getting out of the car... A bald black guy. I was wrong but it was ok. It was fun anyway. Well, as I'm pulling around to leave the gas station he just keeps staring at us. He apparently knew that I was following him. David gives him this rediculous smile as I'm pulling out and waves. The guy just flicked us off and went inside. Then we laughed histarically and continued on our trek to Devin's.

What a blast.

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In honor of my last post, here's a song on the album in the post aforementioned. Here is,

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Open Road Song

Tonight I feel ambitious
and so does my foot
as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor

I don't need a girl
don't need a friend
cause my friend lonesome's unconditional

We're flying forever bored
And for a moment I love everything
that I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror

Cause it's so perfect
I'm so perfect
you're so perfect
you're not here
I hear the changin gears

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is beckoning
although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that's O.K.
Cause I sound better than him anyway any day
yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it
where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

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~master skipper