....an excerpt from "The Power of Voltron"
I'm all about the cultural appropriation. I mean, when I'm walking down the street, looking at people, I begin to appropriate they culture. For instance, I realize the "They" in the last sentence should have been "Their," but I was cultural appropriating, you see.
Does this make me racist?
Who are all these fools? Coming in, telling people about racism. They ain’t never experienced no racism. They just seen it on TV and shit. That’s all. Now me? I experienced racism. Lot’s of racism. We used to have teams that would compete, to see who was the most racist. One team would dress up like Al Jolson, and the other would dress like Rochester, from the old Jack Benny show. Then we’d go down to the YMCA and play racquetball.
Never has a man had it so good, as in those days.
In those day, before communism, boys would be boys and such. Girls, likewise, would be girls. And never was there any cross pollination. If you get my drift.
People, in them days, would stand around fires, spraying aerosol cans, filled with noxious poisons at the sky, in the hopes of appeasing Odin “King of the Norse Gods.” It was a new cult, back then. And boy! The kids were crazy about it.
Anyway. As time marched inexorably forward, we knew this was probably our last summer together. To celebrate youth. To celebrate paradise lost.
It was the best of times. It was 3:00 o’clock somewhere in the world. It always was. It always would be.
__an excerpt from the play “The Powers of Voltron.”
Sincerely - Bust'a Crab
Does this make me racist?
Who are all these fools? Coming in, telling people about racism. They ain’t never experienced no racism. They just seen it on TV and shit. That’s all. Now me? I experienced racism. Lot’s of racism. We used to have teams that would compete, to see who was the most racist. One team would dress up like Al Jolson, and the other would dress like Rochester, from the old Jack Benny show. Then we’d go down to the YMCA and play racquetball.
Never has a man had it so good, as in those days.
In those day, before communism, boys would be boys and such. Girls, likewise, would be girls. And never was there any cross pollination. If you get my drift.
People, in them days, would stand around fires, spraying aerosol cans, filled with noxious poisons at the sky, in the hopes of appeasing Odin “King of the Norse Gods.” It was a new cult, back then. And boy! The kids were crazy about it.
Anyway. As time marched inexorably forward, we knew this was probably our last summer together. To celebrate youth. To celebrate paradise lost.
It was the best of times. It was 3:00 o’clock somewhere in the world. It always was. It always would be.
__an excerpt from the play “The Powers of Voltron.”
Sincerely - Bust'a Crab