A fellow traveler came up to me last week, having read my earlier rant about San Diego and Blacks, and this person said to me,
"B.A., why you so down on the members of the vocal minority that frequent Blacks. You're not one of those homophobics, are you?"
I said, "No, outside of my shadow from the midday sun, I fear nothing."
"Then why you be bad-mouthing the boyz and girlz."
I said. "Listen, what happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that the conjugating and coupling and orificing that goes on down at Blacks needs to stay at the North End of the Beach, below the golf course where the United States Open Championship will be played in a few years. Keep it out of the premier surf zone, and keep it secluded from the small children and unsuspecting women. Sound fair?"
"I agree, B.A, I agree."
"Keep it there, and I won't write about it."
"I agree, B.A, I agree."---I love it when someone, especially this someone, agrees with me.
"Good, let's go get some Jesus Juice and I'll let you sleep nude with me in my bed, but absolutely no touchy-feelly."

Oh, did I forget to tell you, my fellow traveler is a woman. It seems that I like women. All my life I have liked women--which brings up another subject people dis me for---my inclusions of photographs of my women. MY WOMEN--or should I say the WOMEN who possess me! I am possessed by these women. I have this tremendous need to be loved by WOMEN! And they love me. So don't be dissin me because I like to put in pictures of my women as I write my text. Otherwise I will put in pictures of me, and then---
Eeeeeeek!! I see my shadow in the noonday sun so I got to get in that bed. Later, my friend, later.