Dear You:

I don’t really care that you were staggering across Vine Street holding a beer in a paper bag.  Watching you weave from side to side while trying to walk straight was fairly amusing for me.  I mean sure it was only 6:30pm, but hey we all can have a tough day at the office sometimes.  Of course nothing about you said “office” or “I have a job of any kind”…but you get my point.

What did bother me, however, was your T-shirt.  You see a drunk black guy stumbling across Vine is a drunk black guy stumbling across Vine…but when the back of his shirt says “Obama 2008 - Change We Can Believe In”…well then my brotha…you’re kinda fuckin up the message.  I’ll buy you a new shirt my man…just promise me you’ll never wear that one again.

Patriotically yours,

–Preston