I am a white man, (6', 190lbs.) born in and lived in New York City for twenty-nine years. I have yet to meet a single black person. I have no knowlege of "black cultre" what so ever.
Perhaps I could take a road trip to....... Kansas where I stop at a diner to eat. The place is crowded, but the waitress seats me at a booth. Shortly afterwards, the waitress returns, asking me if I wouldn't mind sharing my booth with another diner, she mentions that the place is so crowded and he's a regular. I tell her "No problem". Suddenly, this LARGE black man appears (6'5" 240lbs.). He's got a tatoo of a huge anchor and the letters USN on his immense bicep. Naturally I'm terrified. He sits across from me and we exchange akward greetings as we sip our coffee..........
Suddenly, two black helicopters appear from out of nowhere. Strafing the diner with their Gatling guns as we hit the deck. Amid all the turmoil, the black man grabs me and throws me through a convinently "removed" bay window and I belly flop onto the ground. As we run through the exploding, summersaulting cars in the parking lot, I discover that my Volvo sedan is unscathed.
We tear out of there just as the diner explodes like Hiroshima.There is a frienzied exchange of; "What the hell is going on?!?" and "I dont know, just drive!!!" So I drive REALLY fast. A minute or two later, we realize the helicopters have mysteriously disappeared and I skid the car on to the shoulder of the road.
We catch our breath, and the black man introduces himself as Gil. And I HAVE to help him........
Coming soon to a theatre near you! By GTP Productions.
