the black man story.

He wore windshield glasses. Grew Krusty the Clown hair. And grinned with four-and-a-half

teef.

He was born in Honduras. Never spoke Spanish.

I’m black. From nuthin.‘

Had a daughter. Yet no family.

I ain’t like you white people.

Smelled of funk. Venice Beach restrooms take cover.

Did err-drug you can imagine. Imagine it. I did it.

To Nintendo fans, he’s the black Dr Wiley. Diabolical.

Quit when I found the Lord. Now I smoke cigarrrrettesss.

I’m glad I met him.

The truth is you can never appreciate what you got. It’s never

enough.