Shorty after my experience living with wolves I decided that just wasn’t enough for me. More excitement and research into this world we call a world was needed. Plus, living in the wilderness is smelly.
Next up for me was taking on the daunting task of living with an old black man. This was no easy feat for me. I first had to present myself as one of them so I could “blend in” more easily. This involved hanging out in barber shops (long hair did not go over well), hitting up steppin’ bars on normal weekdays, buying Al Green , Marvin Gaye, and Temptations songs on itunes, and watching integration movies such as “Coming to America” and “In the Heat of the Night”.
Though I did plan out what to expect and have responses to every possible situation, the most dangerous moment for me was when I accidentally mentioned R. Kelly peeing on that girl. Oh my, you should have seen the shit drop. I really thought I was dead and the old man was really stepping to me, but I held my ground and his ACL tore. Turns out, the pied piper of R&B is still important, regardless of what he has done. Chicago, don’t hold a grudge.
The only other stressful moment for me was when I said “boy” to a young boy. Again, thought I was dead, but I was to be reminded that I was white. And the shit my ancestors did and said was … well … not all that long ago. Annnndddd … maybe I should be a bit more respectful. And then I was given a stern look. It was scary.
All in all though, I think I came out ahead for having made it through and still white. I can’t wait to find out what else my life has in store. I’ve been pretty interested in getting close with sting rays,