Friday, December 25, 2015

Road trip memories of a local artist.

So, there's this one (older) (black) (gay) (dreadlocked) artist that I know through friends, and who I sometimes run into at the university gym.

When I ran into him last, it had been a while, and it turned out that he had just gotten back from a roadtrip with his band that included Quebec.

"It's like France, but without the asshole," he was like.

He also said that when he was in France, someone told him not to speak French if he couldn't speak it perfectly.

"'Kiss the crack of my black ass,' do you speak that?", he told them.

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