paper baggin it in LA

when i am stuck with 20-45 minutes at a bus stop waiting for the 105, i often find myself in a nearby alley hidden behind dumpsters with a couple cold tall boys wrapped in brown plastic bags, chain smoking and making odd conversation with local junkies and bums.

ive somehow become familiar with a black crackhead who makes his money panhandling and disguising his strange antics for post traumatic stress syndrome and parkinsons disease. he sucks in people with lies about being a vet.

during our last conversation he made a race oriented joke i thought id share

during a plane flight, there is a pressure leak and all the luggage is discarded for safety. after the effort proves to be pointless the captain comes on over the speaker and makes an announcement

"i apologize for the drastic measures but unfortunately we are going to have to sacrifice some people on board in order to save the rest of the passengers. to avoid discrimination we will go in alphabetical order.

is there anyone on board who is African?"

a black boy looked over at his mother and said "arent we african?"
she looked back at him, told him to be quiet and said "today, we are blacks!"

after no response the captain said "okay, no Africans, are there any Blacks?"

the black boy looked over at his mother and said "arent we black?"
she looked back at him, told him to be quiet and said "today, we are niggers!"

the black boy then looked over at the mexican boy across the aisle. "i'm sorry my friend, but you re before us." making note of M coming before N

the mexican boy spoke softly to his mother and then responded back to the black boy, "sorry, today we are wetbacks!"

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yeah...what the fuck