“You know what, let’s go camping. Do you like to camp?” I asked.
(An unusually long silence.)
“Oh, you’re an uppity Negro,” I said, hoping to one day be an uppity Negro.
“Uh, no, I just like showers and air-conditioning,” he
replied.
“Well, why did you go?”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Why didn’t you have a choice?”
“Because I was an ex-change student, and they were taking me
on retreat. They had everything… huge
house, cars, lots of space, but for a couple of days they lived like they didn’t
have shit. What kind of holiday is
that? It was nasty and didn’t teach me
shit. If I had known, I would have
declined. We were living like Pilgrims, pulling up water from a well. The mother fuckers took me from the shower to
the bucket. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t show any weakness. I fit in.
I don’t know. I guess it’s a
reality check or some kind of spiritual experience. Uh, camping’s not bad. Maybe
I just had a bad experience.”
LOL! J
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