When they kick in your front door, how you gonna come...

Man I was feeling good and nostalgic last night, so I decided to throw on some Bob, and recall my teenage years, riding the 33 bus from Rogers Station to Poly, with Uprising rocking on the walkman. I had a good time and all, but the experience was tainted. A few years back I was informed by a very good friend of mine, who happens to be white, that no self-respecting person can play Bob Marley, because all his albums had been stamped "FRAT-BOY." Damn. I do love my Bob, but it just ain't been the same since then. I tell you integration is not an unqualified good--unless it's the Clash. Speaking of which, I can't decide if I like this or not...