Drunken rainbow, white rocks and hot dogs

Imagine being a black man, trying to run a seminar on sensitivity training for a giant group of Irish bankers. I found myself in this situation, trying to organize an exercise in a large gymnasium in which everyone was told to bring a different coloured shirt. We arranged the masses of coloured, drunken Irishmen into a rainbow in the stands, but no sooner had they been assembled then someone yelled ‘charge!’ and they fled out the door, a winding, neatly-organized spectrum of hooligans.-

Though I don’t know the point of this exercise, I was still upset that it failed. On the way home, I tried to seek consolation from some black friends of mine, but they laughed and threw white rocks at me.-

So I went to the playground and went on the swings, where I ran into a girl I went to highschool with, Christie Mackie. We ate hotdogs, and I felt better.