What you staring at us for?

So it's like this. And it usually seems to happen on campus, but sometimes at some places like Publix as well (not that there's anything wrong with Publix, cause Publix is hard as fuck), but for some strange reason, whenever people or a person of some seemingly distant hometown sees us, they look at us together as if we're miss-paired. Like, for a fine white male of my caliber, who likes to skateboard and wear str8 legged jeans, that means i should have no business walking with a tall, braod, african american man, who is swaggered out from gold chain, to SB Dunks. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?! Seriously, why the stares? Why the eyes that look like they belong in a mall, grilling some girl with a man some chick thinks is fine. It's all bullshit to me, and the fact of that matter is, that, without dealing with any ego-bullshit, or ideals of what is acceptable, it is in fact possible to meet a person outside of your socio-cultural norm that does in fact give postive feedback to your feelings and interests, and can even agree sometimes, as well as give advice. Because, essentially, Jay and I are exactly the same, cept for the fact that he wears a chain, and I wear keys on a shoe-lace. But shit, we both got SB's.

Jay


Matt