Oct.23.2006 Yes, I am real, and my nose is erect to prove it.
So, I have finally been included in the magical phenomena of blogging. Many of you (by many, I mean the previous five readers including myself) know me already as Chris’s wacky black friend Edgar. Up until now, I have only been an obscure reference on an even more obscure blog, but now I have become a real boy. And I have my own column…Yaaay!!! You may also notice that I have conveniently taken the spot of that platano-scarfing greaseball (Carlos?)
Anyhow, I have been assigned Black Thoughts. Initially I had a gripe with this; why are my thoughts separated based on color? Do people hear the “I have a dream” speech humming in the background when I talk? Do I tap dance, put on gold grills, and give women names that are misspelled adjectives — i.e. deelishes. Am I the guy that kills his white girlfriend and has a lawyer use rhyming skills to escape an almost-certain guilty verdict? Yes. Perhaps I am.
Maybe I am all those things. Does that still warrant a separate link? Why is the black man left off the main page?? THINK ABOUT IT!!
They say it is in our people’s nature to be dissatisfied with the good things. I have to think about that.
Dark fuck