One day, after work in the parking lot, his bike wouldn't start and he asked for a ride home. On the way, he needed to stop at his girlfriends apt. It was in a notoriously, heavy crime, "black" area of town and when he got out of the car, he started talking to to a guy in a dialect, I'd never heard come out of him. When he got back in the car, I just stared at him, and he said 'what'? I said, what the hell was that.. your Martin Lawrence imitation? He busted out laughing and said, "I'm not about to roll up in the Hood and start talking all Whitey. They'll hand my ass to me." I asked why do you come here, you live in an upscale part of town. And he said, because my family and friends still live here. Just because I can exist in two worlds doesn't mean, I forget who I am. He said too me, "Oh, you think you know what it means to be black, live in my skin for a few years before you even *think* you know."