Black,White and Redneck all over....
Well I woke early this morning with a gnawing in my gut that only comes from needing to rid one's internal storage facilities of it's precious items. Anyway my upstairs neighbor and friend John was up and about as well. It was about 6am or shortly thereafter. John usually goes to flea markets in the area and I asked if'n he was going and whether I could tag along. Well we were headed to Crossville TN. to the fleamkt. but stopped at one up past Soddy-Daisy to look around. Getting out of the truck I scanned the relatively small grounds and noticed a bunch of Rebel flags at one booth in particular. We made our rounds and came up on the stand in question and Lo and Behold I saw one of the most beautiful sights I've seen in awhile. A Klan wife taking it in the @$$ by some ghost of a lynched blackman all anime style? Naw nothing like that....It was this big ole black guy running the booth. We chatted for a li'l bit and I bought a r.f. hat/lapel pin in the shape of TN. from him. He's up there every week. A damn good fella. He told me he was originally from St. Louis. He'd probably been in Tn. for a good while. Anyway we go on over to Crossville. (this is the same place where, in middle school, we went with my family and got called "niggers" while going into a store....that was back in the mid eighties!) Anyway they got east Indians and mexicans living up there now so I doubt "niggers" is that much of a threat these days. While looking at some knives at on booth I noticed a KKK pocket knife and as I'm writing this I regret not at least asking how much that fucker was. I should've bought it. Oh well....next time maybe.
Why is it when I think about everything I was gonna write before actually writing it it sounds better than when I actually write it?
Why is it when I think about everything I was gonna write before actually writing it it sounds better than when I actually write it?