"People are people, so why should it be..."


Woe the man whose personality can be summarized by a t-shirt slogan, but-

Remember those shirts that read "MEAN PEOPLE SUCK." For the longest time, Bronc wanted one that just said "PEOPLE SUCK." In his view, the world would be a great place, if it weren't for all the people populating it.

But then I remind him that we need people. Without them, his strip clubs would just be empty, tacky bars. Without people, his precious football games would be less interesting than watching grass grow*. Without some certain Tennessee peeps, there would be no one to make the Jack Daniels that sustains him.

However, we have now fixed all this. The man has a new shirt and, I think, a new outlook on life.

Bronc and MB landed late Friday night and went straight to their hotel. So, I didn't meet up with them until Saturday for lunch. While sitting at a sidewalk café, we see a vendor selling t-shirts. The shirts read "I ♥ Black People." They are genius. With surprising agility for a man his size, Bronc leapt the railing of the eatery and ran up to the man. Haggling with the fellow (because Bronc loves black people but not enough to pay full value), he managed to reach an amicable price and bought shirts for all three of us. Carmel was working and got nothing (She probably would not have appreciated the shirt anyhow).

So now, instead of "PEOPLE SUCK" - the large Italian fellow now ♥s Black People. He is changing right before my very eyes. If only we could broaden that love to the other colors of the spectrum.

And that was the first hour of his trip to LA. (I will get a scan of the shirt up sooner or later.)

wojr

*Football is played on astro-turf. Get it. The "grass" doesn't actually grow.

wojr

Labels: Bronc, Crackers, Snide Remarks

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