Today I witnessed a beautiful bit of Americana. Consider, if you will, Union City, CA. Out of a liquor store runs a black teenager and, following him, the owner, a vaguely Asian middle-aged dude (very, very vaguely Asian…). They almost get into a fight, with the black dude dropping a 2-liter red soda bottle adopting a pretty pro boxer stance (I’ve seen that shit before at San Mateo Caltrain station by the way). That’s when I ride onto the scene to really just get a bottle of water from the store, but telling them to chill it. So for whatever reason the black dude runs away. The Asian dude stands on the corner yelling “Nigger, nigger, nigger” for a while. Comes back inside, gets a pepper spray bottle, stands on the corner yelling “Nigger, nigger” some more.
Tells me he has a gun too.
It was beautiful, as a character from the Usual Suspects put it.
Isn’t it?