Black Jesus.

A few days back, almost a week I think, I bought a book and OUT magazine. I was in, Barnes & Noble, and I was going to check out. There was a guy working the cash register, and I was a little nervous; the other guy from the other Barnes & Noble looked a little gay, this guy didn’t. Well I went up and checked out, and he looked at what I was buying, and he didn’t say a thing the whole time he was ringing it up, except for the usual BS, Like if I had a members card and shit. Then he stated to joke around, he said that next time I was in there he’s going to ask me the same thing [if I wanted a members card, I said no before]. Then when he handed me my change, what he said next stunned me. “Have a nice day, and come back…. My Friend”. Not “My Friend” but “MY FRIEND”. Maybe its just because I’m crazy, but I think he was trying to tell me something. If he was just trying to be polite, he didn’t have to dramatize “My Friend”. Hell, who says “My Friend” anyways? Now he’s my Black Jesus, I was so nervous checking out, but he made me feel pretty damn good leaving. I call him Black Jesus, because when checking out the light hit him just right for a second, and he kinda looked like he could be a messiah; Oh and he was black, and pretty hot.