I’m living on Greenmount Avenue and trucking on this bike and you’re “Serious as Shit Santa Clause.” If they made a documentary about us people would say it was fiction, because they don’t know how easy it is to rock the Crazy Whiteman thing in the hood.
Dress in rags, wear a rag or some reprehensible hat on your head, some tattoos, basically looking as bikerish as possible and most of them [blacks] are terrified of you to begin with. Basically, lack of fear is the biggest weapon on the dark side of the divide when it comes to being left alone.
The only people that ever give me shit since moving into the city are the cops.
It never fails to amaze me how they [blacks] lose their shit when they run into a white dude that is not afraid of them. If you think about it, we owe it to all of those cowardly white people for turning us into urban legends, like the Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef of the ghetto.
Later, you vagrant pagan saint.
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Of Lions and Men
Perhaps the remake of the delightful little comedy called Death Wish will amplify their honkyphobia.