Saturday, I was walking down Houston around 4AM with my friend Pages and new friend, Hunts for Boys, looking for an open bar. I never realized it was so fucking difficult to find a damn bar that late and even all my local haunts were closing.
And anyone that has ever been in a bar at closing knows that unless you and the bartender are cool, you’ll be encouraged to leave in a manner that borders on surly.
Undeterred, we were on our way down Houston and passed by some drunk hipster boy with some slimmies and he yelled,
"Hey, there goes Kanye!"
Now Mouse has been confused with a lot of negro celebrities, but Kanye West? This fool was real drunk, but then I thought, nawh — just real racist!
I was wearing a blazer and a cap, No Jesus Piece. No sunglasses. No Louie Vutton. Though somehow a brotha in a blazer was Kanye to him. He must have just watched Dave’s Chappelle’s Block Party and was all hyped up.
Either way, calling him a dumb ass "all black people don’t look alike" racist didn’t seem worth the embarrassment that he would feel when he realized the implications of what he said.
Didn’t stop me from saying it.
But it might not have been worth it, because I mean he was a hipster and in his sober "constantly trying to down" sort of lifestyle, there is no room to show his ignorance. Apparently, the alcohol let out his inner redneck… it may have also been the trucker cap.