It really didn't matter that he was completely fabricating her thoughts in his mind.
" She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and leaned out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. She's got some junk in the trunk, you know what I'm saying? She didn't mind the taste of another woman's pussy on his dick, or at least she didn't say that she did, because Darren had fucked some random bitch in the bathroom at the club for a hot minute.
Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know? He contemplated telling her that Beyonce was married to Jay-Z, not 50cent, but what was more important to address was the fact that she had struck a nerve with him and he had to set her straight. Fuckin' black chicks wit their Ubangie butts 'n shit, n' big lips n' shit. The second Darren turned off the engine, she dove for his cock.
From the time he was in the first grade, he wanted to sit next to the white girls, just like all the women he saw on TV.
When all the little white boys on his little league team were making fun of him, making a game out of calling him the various racial slurs they'd learned from their older brothers and neighborhood friends, he learned then that being white was better than being black.
I wish I had a big ole booty like black women." Darren was concentrating on the drive home. She woke up and continued on with her conversation like she hadn't missed a beat. I really want to be a interior designer or a makeup artist but my parents made me take anthropologism. They pulled into the parking lot in front of his building and Jenny couldn't wait to get things started.
." He was hardly finished detailing what he considered the many repulsive features of Black women but Jenny passed out somewhere in the middle of his diatribe. I'm studying to be a whatchamacallit, a anthropologist, they study people, you know what I'm saying? It was a fairly decent complex with a pretty diverse group of residents, not too extravagant, certainly not the ghetto.In his little adolescent mind, he wished he could be white.He knew he couldn't but as long as white girls liked him, he felt validation. " Darren handed her a glass of straight vodka and she downed it in one gulp.His downstairs neighbor was used to being awakened by Darren and his endless string of trampy white women in the middle of the night."Quiet down," he said, "that fucking bitch who lives downstairs from me is always giving me dirty looks.The rest of her lipstick was adorning the six or seven bottles of beer she'd consumed. The lights in the first floor apartment came on with all the commotion and Darren quickly grabbed Jenny by the arm and quickly pulled her towards the stairs to his second-story walk up.