December 11, 2002

• meet antwan

  
  

  I realize now that I have never introduced a great number of you to Antwan.  And maybe the ones who have happened to meet Antwan will tell you ones who haven't that you are lucky.  Unless you talk to Sara, I guess... but.  Anyway.

  
  

  Antwan is my black side.  My alter ego who lives deep inside and comes out every once in a while and antagonizes poor grandmothers and tries to pimp out anything with breasts.  He was starting to form my whole life, but then, in New York, he finally took his true form and began to take control of my whole body for hours at a time.  It still happens sometimes, but not for as long.  If you're lucky, though, one day Antwan might pop up to say "Go to sleep."

  
  

  Anyway.  I took this quiz as Antwan.

  
  
   
  

  I promise that Antwan's 20% whiteness is only existent because he is trapped inside a white man's body with the personality of the white man himself who has learned how to surpress him.  Poor Antwan.

  
  

  
  How WHITE are you?
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  Go to sleep!  GO TO SLEEP, BITCH!  ::smack::

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