I Wish I Had More Black Friends
I do.
Really.
I was thinking about it yesterday, and aside from a few black friends at work, a few black friends from college, and a few black acquaintances I’ve met through other friends, my life is seriously lacking as far as black people go.
I mean, don’t get me wrong…it’s not that I want to be cool, or hip, or that I want black friends so I can up my street-cred. As anyone who knows me would attest, my street-cred has been nonexistent for practically my entire life. Well, excluding the time I punched a kid in the face who was trying to steal my bike in Brooklyn.
Anyhoo…
What I’m trying to say is that I like black people. And black people seem to really like me. It seems that they find my limited knowledge of black culture very amusing. For instance: I can recite the lyrics to “Fu*k The Police†verbatim, but I couldn’t tell you the name of a single Puff Daddy song. Nor could I sing the chorus to any hip-hop song released after 1998. They also seem to find it funny that I speak fluent ebonics. Seriously, I do. Rarely does a day go by that I don’t drop a “Fa shizzle” or a “No diggity” into a sentence. It’s just part of who I am.
Damn, son.
Essentially, I’m writing this blog entry to see if anyone out there knows some black people who want to hang out with a comedian/musician with an Italian, Irish, & English ancestry. We can listen to my Onyx and Fu-Schnickens cd’s, and then watch Boomerang or In Living Color. We can even bring out my middle-school collection of Cross Colours t-shirts and have a little fashion show. It will be a phat time had by all.
Word.
-Mark Annotto
(a.k.a. DJ Mharque)
www.armedandridiculous.com