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It’s True About Black Men

Incredible, as a normal heterosexual white male, i never believed the rumors that black penises were bigger than ours, but i was proven ever so wrong one day on a walk to a friend’s house. Being well educated and from the suburbs, i nearly never meet inner city people, much less the gangsters and thugs talked about in rap music. One weekend however when visiting an old friend who lives in the inner-city, my first meeting with gangsters was one i would rather forget about. Admist the TV watching and eating my friend and i were doing on that one saturday he discovered that we had run out of pizza. Normally, we would have ordered delivery, but neither of us had money to spare for that, i had only 7 dollars and he none. a little caesar’s was only 3 blocks away and me, being the distance runner that i am, would have no problem getting there and back within the hour, or less. my friend had suffered an ankle injury just last night at an indoor soccer game and so instead of waiting up for him the whole time, i would just run there and back, it would be quicker and give me some exercise during my off season (It was about mid-Novemeber). So off i started springing my muscular legs into action down the dimly lit street, i was going to continue on the main road down to the little caesars, but i knew of a short cut behind a line of stores that i had discovered on previous encounters with this trek. so to kill a few minutes i started off down the dimly lit alleyway, during my progress i heard a voice call out, i turned and looked behind me. i saw someone come from behind a garbage can, i turned to run fast but ran right into an ominous figure with two other silouhettes to the side of him.

“what you doing here cracker?” he asked in a voice as cold as the wind that night. i feebly responded ” i just want to get some pizza…” and at that i quickly dove between the shadows and sprinted out of there. relieved i continued until i got to the pizza parlor safe and sound. i paid the 5.50 for a large pizza and decided it would be best to take the side streets back to my friend’s in order to avoid those men again. i stepped out of the store, and started to run to the side street, just as i ran toward it, an arm came from around the corner and clothselined me.

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