Sorry for being on C.P. time with my Dr. King Day entry. I wasn’t feeling too well earlier, so I was in and out of consciousness for most of my holiday. Now that my sleep pattern is completely thrown off, I’ll get to posting what I planned to yesterday morning.
Friday night, I got a text from my friend E in South Carolina. His message barely made sense, so I chalked it up as “E must be having fun because these are the ramblings of a drunkard” and left it alone. The next day, E called me, and we finally got to discuss the words that alcohol prevented him from typing coherently. Our conversation went something like this:
E – We should put something up on both of our sites in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Day. We’re both young black men with businesses, honoring the legacy of his dream.
Leon – Yeah, you’re in South Carolina out at bars, partying with the white folk and doing your thing with Pro Karate Shop. You are the definition of Dr. King’s dream. Besides, if they do decide to flash back to 1963 and have “Beat Up The Black Boy Day”, you are well-equipped to kick the Hell out of somebody. Sweet Chin Music, my friend!
E – Yeah man. I was telling this chick the other day, “Read the speech! That part about little black boys and white girls hand-in-hand? That’s me! I’m doing that!”
Leon – Haha, you’re living the dream!
All jokes about interracial fornication aside, our talk made me think about the fact that there are a lot of little things that I take for granted in my everyday life, which I would not be able to realistically do, had I been born in the 50′s or early 60′s. Therefore, even though I’m still chasing my dreams, I’m actually living out a big part of Dr. King’s in the process.
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lol, you can make every convo hilarious. But yes, we are all living a dream…
good for you. i seriously feel a lot of people are forgetting dr. king and what he fought for.