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Updated: Sep 30, 2022

Day 6


Gotta Go, Gotta Go

I am a member of my local Chamber of Commerce here in Austin, Tx. It is an awesome organization. It is an excellent opportunity to press the flesh with other business owners, from the area and get to know them. It was a welcome break from what I was doing, which was editing my upcoming podcast. I didn't realize I could make so many mistakes. Hell, I am a speaker, but podcasting is a little different.

Well anyway, I checked my phone and found that the chamber Ambassadors were having a function at a nearby location. The place was called the Broken Spoke. It is a popular Country Western Bar, equipped with pictures of all the country artist and they even had a lady playing a banjo. It would be a real cool spot to hang out if I liked that kind of music.

Plus, I am a black man. Some country songs and themes cut me real deep. In my mind, I did not want to be there. To be fair and honest, everyone was super nice and even the bar maid apologized to me and the other brother I met that was there. A Spanish brother who was also a DJ was in our mix and he was mad cool, had a cowboy hat on an everything but spun and produced Hip-Hop. I was confused as shit but intrigued because homie was so natural and himself. Dude did not give a shit about what anybody thought about the hat. Anybody who feels free to be them is cool in my book. Him and the brother I was hanging with were a production company and it was there first time to any Chamber events. They wanted him to join, but I think (and again this is just a thought, I am not sure. He may have joined) he had some trepidations due to them asking him at that type of location. I could since he was uncomfortable too.

He was a rapper named Kydd Jones. Dude was really cool too. From across the room, we made quick eye contact and he put his beer in the air and waved me over. It was clear that we were two uncomfortable brothers, there. There was a total of four of us, but the other two didn't even acknowledge our existence. Me and Kydd laughed about that, but hey, you got those types in every crowd. It is an unwritten code that when you are black and, in a situation where there are not many of you, and you are greatly outnumbered, you feel a little more confident about the scene if someone of your persuasion lets you know he sees you. Kydd and his homie (I forget his name. My bad) did that for me immediately. The other two brothers, that didn't even acknowledge each other, again, looked above us and not at us.

I copped an O'Doul's (because I don't drink) and sat down with Kydd and homie. Kydd was waiting on a hamburger forever. Honestly, there was no BS behind it, someone started eating his accidentally and he had to wait for another one. During that time another burger went out and didn't go to him.

At this point, all three of us are pissed (and truth be told I was feeling a certain way, until I walked to the back and saw the chef cooking his ass off.) He was rude as hell, but I entered into his arena, so I expected that. By the time I got back from the kitchen area, Kydd had his burger. By this time, he was so disgusted by how he was treated as a paying customer, that he didn't even eat it. Again, let me be clear, it was not a prejudice situation, although to the untrained eye, it would appear so.

It truly was just a series of incompetent events. No one's fault at all. It started with a man accidentally eating another man's hamburger, (the guy that got the burger was Indian, so I really saw it as incompetence over prejudice) then everything careened from there. The waitresses were very apologetic and seriously, I do not believe there was any malicious intent at all. Unfortunately for two Black men and a Hispanic at a Country Western bar, it just looks that way. Still, I am so glad that I went.

Meeting Kydd and his homie got me an opportunity to host and speak at their open mic. I have learned that you are to never turn down opportunity, because even if it is not what you think it will be, something positive can come of it. Sometimes, opportunities do not look like them at the time they are presented, but over time, you may see how it can manifest.

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