negro notes

It's always disturbing when confronted with a living stereotype. I cringe everytime I see a black person driving a Neon that sits on 22's with a fake-ass, wack-ass piece and chain around his dusty neck. I cannot stand to see a black woman in the grocery store in her house shoes, ashy knees with her tracks slipped and weave glue on display. But, no matter what, they are still people and I will treat them with the utmost respect until they prove to me that they are unworthy. I don't understand why black people can't do the same. We always want to cuss somebody out, "keep it real". Sometimes black people suck.

I went to a black college back in the day and it was hell. With the exception of my writing teacher (big ups to Mr. Bern, a white hipster from the old school who openly admitted to smoking weed on the regular), I hated those people with a fervid passion. To this day, if I had a couple million dollars, I would buy that junk trap and burn it to the ground. Perhaps I shouldn't harbor such animosity toward "my people", but I learned a long time ago that, even thought we're the same color, it still doesn't mean a doggone thing. I mean, so what? I'm the same color as a Werther's chocolate chew.

On another note-- I have a telecon scheduled for tomorrow with my writing partner about our one act play. It's the one about Barbra Streisand and the alter moyd that mourns her death every year (takes place in the future, obviously). I'm excited because I get to flex my Yiddish language muscles and collaborate- two things I don't get to often do. I also have a property showing scheduled for tomorrow. I'm not too worried, as these people are at a stage in their lives and savings where the subprime mortgage mess won't effect us.

So anyway, I tried out my new digs on Front Street today as "the best screenwriter you've never heard of". Wonder of wonders, I got a call from my writing partner about the play and fired off a couple of queries. Let's see what tomorrow brings!

I have a good feeling about the plays I submitted to the one-act festivals in Pittsburgh and New York. The deadlines are 9/15 and 9/30, respectively. If these plays are selected for performance, I will stand on the corner of front street and show my naked ass to the haters.