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By age 19, I found out that I wasn't black...

I will admit it, up until my sophomore year of College I lived my life as a young, black man.Growing up in the late 80' and early 90's, I was raised just like every other black child in Brooklyn.I used to listen to hip hop, I watched "Different Strokes" and the "Cosby Show" on television, and my favorite athlete growing up was Michael Jordan.In junior high school I used to stay up late at night practicing my "Kid and Play" dance moves in the mirror, and my father lowered our basketball rim in the back yard to 8 feet so my friends could dunk just like Michael.In High School I considered myself a SUPERSTAR, and I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to become a professional athlete.That all changed for me in COLLEGE.In college I joined the school track team, and I trained my ASS off that year.   I was in the gym for 2 hours a day, track practice for another 3 hours, and by the end of the outdoor track season I was in the best shape of my life. Towards the end of the season my coach entered me into an "open" race at a track meet in Harlem, and it turned out that I was going to be running the 200 meter dash. (Half a lap around a track)For the start of the race I was assigned lane 5, and in the lane to the right of me was this young black kid that must have been no older than 12.  His legs were just as long as mine, but his upper body was half the size and he was running in gigantic basketball sneakers.  I noticed that he had a couple of College coaches watching him during his warmups, but I didn't really pay him any mind.  Besides, I was in the best shape of my life!!!BANG! So the starting gun goes off!!I got a really good start and started building up my speed, but when I looked up I couldn't believe my eyes! This random 12 year old black kid from Harlem was destroying me in 200 meter dash while wearing basketball sneakers.  I've never seen anything like it in my entire life.When I got home that night I started to question myself:Should I keep running?Is all this training worth it?Will I ever be the best? And then it hit me. I was just a regular white kid...That was my last year of College track.Power out!Check out my book! 

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My official Texas Review!

I like Texas!  If you didn't know, I was just in Texas from March 14th to the 19th.

Texas reminded me of The United States in the late 80' and early 90's:  people still get married early, dial up Internet is just starting to roll out (exception would be in Austin), and men still work very manly jobs that require either large trucks, oil rigs, or cattle.

The People:  Texans are a funny bunch. When you first meet them they come across as being either slow or mentally r'tarded, but in reality they just have to warm up to you.  Once they get comfortable with you they never shut the hell up.  If a Texan starts up a conversation with you and you have a plane to catch, just call up the airline and cancel it.