Nah, I'm a white dude. But my longtime pal from college is a black fellow from Shreveport, LA. He represents a mix of things: total rich kid, as his pops was a sort of mafioso of sludge contracting in Louisiana. On the other hand my friend, effete and probably embarrassed by this source of wealth, is a major gourmand and world traveler. He brings the Southern cooking -- collard greens, grits I guess -- but also provides the fancier items.
Your best friend is black
You wanna be careful; the Trump-folk will be after you.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."