I’m talking to the Soldier here… 2003.

“Okay, so tell me why being called a nigger didn’t bother you,” he said.

“Well, I just thought it was stupid. I thought the guy was an idiot. It’s always easy to tell who is an idiot and who is not.”

“How do you tell? Tell me,’ he said.

See the Scorpio? See how he probes?

“Well I’m sure you have heard this, we all have. They say you should always know who you’re talking to, right? Before you go shootin’ your mouth off, find out who you’re talking to? You’ve heard this, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”

“Well so have I. And when I heard it, I listened. So whenever I meet someone I assume they are way smarter than I am. I assume that I am the fool in the equation.”

“I see.”

“So if someone is going to take one look at another person, judge them, call them a nigger or whatever it is they do without first finding out who they are, then as far as I am concerned what you have right there is an idiot.”

“I’d have to agree with you, E.”

“Yeah, because I’m right,” I said with a snort. “So this guy starts yelling I’m a nigger. Get that nigger out of my house. And it has nothing to do with me. What I am is the woman who had made his son very happy. He was bringing me home. This guy hadn’t shown up with a woman to meet his family in YEARS. So don’t you think someone with a brain would be a little curious? You know. Who is this gal?”

“Yeah, I do think that.”

“Well so do I. But someone with no brain is going to do what this guy did as soon as he did, he showed himself stupid. And from then on he was only good to dissect.”

“Dissect?”

“Well, yeah. Because I had the charts on these people. Astrology, I mean. I know you don’t know anything about astrology but I do and this is all very interesting to me. So I was happy to eat dinner with this guy. You know. Study the dumbass up close and in his habitat. What’s better than that for someone like me?”

Do you find out who you’re talking to?

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