Robert A...

I had a friend in high school named Robert A. (I changed his name to protect the innocent).
Let me tell you a little anout him...
The school we went to was just going through the busing process and we were part of the 20% black population as opposed to the 80% white. It was all good though, I had the time of my life at that school.
But I digress...
I met Robert A in an art class and our first projest was an ash tray. Out of 25 students in the class, Robert's was the only one that broke in the kiln.
He thought that there was some sort of conspiracy. "Why was a black man's ashtray the only one that broke?" he protested.
Good 'ol Robert A.
We eventually worked at the same company and that was also an adventure. He came in one day with one shoe missing. He said he was on a date the night before and he pissed off the lady and she kicked him out of her house minus the shoe...
He came to work anyway.
Good 'ol Robert A. I've got to look him up...