Word.
Someday I'm gonna get a big box of plain black, size small sweatpants and rhinestoned gas-station hats, which I'm going to fix with a portable DVD player complete with satellite cable and uneducated children, and, with my head hung low and my hands fixed in front of my chest like an autistic, I'm going to walk into KFC, look at that picture of the Colonel on the wall with pride, and talk to black people about how rich white people like dumb stuff like paintings and caviar. Then I'll listen to some traditional African music made by rich black people who appreciate dumb stuff like paintings and caviar and talk to my brothers and sisters about how 'This is some real music made by real, level-headed people that I can relate to, unlike that stupid artsy-fartsy shit propagated by affluent white people.'