The only black man in New Mexico

So to begin my chronicles of cross country travel, I would like to tell you all about my experience with racism and bigotry. It had been an interesting trip so far, Jaime and I had seen the most amazing truck stops in the southern part of California and Arizona. We had also stopped by my brothers house to visit and go get some pictures of the Chiricaua monuments nearby. We had stayed in a Super 8 in a town called Wilcox, it should have been named Fatdirtanus which would have been far more descriptive but alas, I do not choose city names. The next day we stayed in Truth or Conciquences, I could barely sleep as I was waiting to be assaulted by the ghost of Burt Convey for a large portion of my stay. The next day we stopped in a little place outside of Albuquerque called Tuccimacari ( I will point out that to get there I had to take a left turn at Albuquerque. If you miss the significance of that then you don't watch enough cartoons). There are these dirty little travel stores called Love's and TA's all over down there and we decided to go to TA's, mostly because the people who work at Love's seem one bullet shy of a killing spree. I was standing bye the broken video games looking Scandinavian, as I tend to do most often, when a black fellow walked passed me and just gave me the finger, no eye contact, no verbal taunts, just the finger and then walked out of the store. That's when I noticed that there were no other black people in the building. There were Latinos and Whitey had a majority presents but that was it. Suddenly I realized that Mr. Finger was the only black person I had seen since Yuma, strange? yes indeed but what is even more strange is that he must have decided that I was a nazi or a bonehead of some kind and it would be a good idea to flip me off. Now if I was a mad racist as he may have suspected I probably would have taken exception to his finger and cut him a few times with any of my various knives that I carry but I am not, so I did not. It is just as likely that he wanted me to get involved in an altercation with him because he had a knife or a gun and wanted to have a reason to use it. At any rate I just let him walk away and out of my life. Think what you want about me , I really don't care and the middle finger is a pretty weak insult anyway.