The Midwest is known for its white people, so it was really no surprise to see the whitest man alive standing in front of me on line at the post office. He had all the honkey tells: thinning brown hair with a bald patch at the dome, wire rimmed eye glasses, jean shorts pulled up to his bitch tits, a tucked-in green t-shirt, a brown, fading leather belt and black socks pulled to the knee. What was bewildering were the perfectly white and meticulously cared for FUBU sneakers. Nice curve ball, guy.
Well, the shoes do always make the outfit..
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