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In college, I roomed with 2 Mexicans throughout my 5-year duration there. They both were real emotional/dramatic when they'd get drunk, but were still a couple of the coolest ****ers in the world. I'm in.
I roomed with one black dude. I moved out of that campus house a week after school began because I caught the dude stealing $60 out of my wallet. I was pissed. We almost fought...which would have been ugly because he was one of the best wrestlers on my wrestling team, but he was 149 lbs at the time and I was 184 lbs...I'm thinking I would have taken him, but honestly not sure...I didn't have much trouble with him the couple times I went goes with him in practice, but I usually had to rely on funk/desperation moves and my strength...the dude was freaking quick. Probably could have landed a shit-load of punches on me.
However, I think I have 2 black dudes coming to my wedding reception Saturday (RSVP'd, yo). Both of them are attending because they know me. I am also now able to converse casually with an African American comfortably without thinking to myself (oh shit, be careful about every word you say because they tend to become defensive about shit). I feel like I'm talking to just another dude when I talk to an African American now. So I think I'm in. I wasn't, but think I'm in now. **** that douche who stole my $60 though...that punkass bitch.
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