The Ghetto Aggie

So I show up at work and John is talking about all these games he wants to make, but complains about how he can't make them. He then goes on about how he's going to school, and how he's going to bump me into the second shift, so that he can go to school full time. I'm sorry but if you have trouble doing three classes, how are you going to do five? Well my other co-worker couldn't wait for John to leave. It's sad, the guy thinks we are his friends, and we told him repeatedly that we will be friendly and civil, but we do not share the same interest in computers and games. maybe that's why he keeps pressing it on us. Well i found out that my local vets is looking for a vet tech, and while it's not in NH, it'd at least get me out of my current job. Now Claude, my other co-worker is Haitian, and is a local hip hop artist. He does pretty good work and i could jam to his work. He and I get along well, we are both into ethnic music, and both share a mutual respect for each other's taste. Well we shared a long conversation today, and we both talked about getting out of here. He thinks i should move to NH, work with animals and play my music, Gawd he knows me. I asked him his goals, and he said he'd love to go back home to Haiti after making it big here, to help his family. I told him it was noble and we moved on in our conversation. Claude kept putting the focus on me, and though i try to redirect it, he kept asking me questions about my goals. He called me on my ghetto side, and told me to be proud of it, stating, "Brother we're cool, and it's not like you're white tryin' to be black, you have the street creds." So I was down with this, and thanked him. His only problem with me was my association with cops. But after hearing that most of my street creds came from the cops, he showed me some love and left for home. Now why can't more people be accepting of others like Claude. He loves to talk with me, because he never knows where our talks will go, and isn't that the way life should be? Well that's it for now. Peace Out Ya'll, and show me some love.
Slante'