I was working with a group of inner city Black kids last week, and they were all talking about going to clubs. One kid asked if I went to clubs, and I explained to him that I don't like going all the way downtown to a place where I have to wait in line, and then they won't let me in because I have jeans and Chucks on. I really don't like people telling me how to dress. He said to me, "Come on! You gotta get your grown man on."
I was called out by a kid half my age who was thrown out of his high school.
Well, today I got some really nice pants to wear to work in an attempt to get the grown man on in the twenty-ten.