The Sandlot

Buh?

Don't really know why i posted this picture. Its fucking wierd isn't it? About as wierd as the shit that happened to me lastnight after i got out of work... Let me preface this by saying that i'm not what you would call a racist, but i can see why stereotypes and racism exist.

I walked out the kitchen door and hit up my voice mail to see who had called me. Turns out it was my co-worker Reuben (Ruebz) He had just moved into an apartment in one of the complexes right across the street from the restaurant and he was calling to tell me to stop over when i got out. I had told him I would set up and configure this computer he had gotten second hand so now seemed like the perfect time. So i call him up and he lets me in. He lives up on the third floor. We go up, his brother is there watching fight club.

So i set the computer up plug it in and boot it up. I start snooping around yaddy yadda yadda. Reubz's sister, and 2 of their friends come in with a pizza and sit down with it to watch the movie. I finish up on the computer and hang out for a few watching the movie. All of a sudden some one knocks on the door and is all like "Yo Rueben you in there?" Ron goes to the peep hole and looks out. Turns out its this black dude who lives across the hall or something who Ruebz unfortunatly ran into the night before and semi-befriended the guy. However allegedly the guy is pretty shady and not above robbing folks. Since Ruebz and Ron have some pretty nice stuff in their apt. they dont want the guy seeing the shit and getting any ideas. So for like 5 minutes, the guy kept knocking on the door and asking if Rueben was home, while the 6 of us pretended to not be in the room, even though the tv was on rather loudly. Finally the guy left. I also wanted to leave but didnt want to chance running into the dude so i waited around another 10 minutes.

I went out the front door, cuz apparently you never leave out the back way because theres always scums hanging around doing whatever it is that scums do. So i walk around the building to go to my car and i see some guys tossing a football, some other guys standing aroound talking and some other guys in the car next to mine. So i unlock my door and go to get in and this black guy comes up and starts hasseling me about was I at Ruebens, up on the third floor and all this jive. I'll be honest i flat out lied to the guy and was like i don't know a Rueben i was on the second floor. I dont know if the guy believed me or not but as this whole thing was going down him n his buddies were getting kinda animated and were subtley flanking my car. Needless to say i started to feel uneasy and i bailed fast. On the way home i was paranoid that i was being followed.

But seriously. What business of this guy's is it where i was or who i was with? I dont know him, and i certainly dont need to explain my whereabouts or actions to him as they had no affect on him. Yet had i said that, he probably would have stabbed me or him and his crew of flunkies would have tried to kick my ass. Thats the sad state of the world we live in. Where a guy can interrogate me over shit thats none of his concern and if i so choose to point that fact out i risk bodily harm.