Eleven

                                    

                                          



CASEY P.O.V.


I was on a stage in a piano bar called Thirsty Palace Saloon with lots of people present. Being in one of the most popular bars in Houston was super lit. I had to bring out my jokes and let everyone laugh. It was a pretty cool place with rusty decor. People were sitting on benches and tables that were facing me. I stood in the middle of the room with a mic in my hand. On my body were ripped black jeans and a black graphic tee with the words "Don't blame my dirty jokes on the booze"
It was more like an Ask Me Something comedic session that day. The Fans Day. This usually happens every other weekend. 
"Casey, this is something personal," a gentleman in the audience said after I answered anything related to meeting hookers in bars, and going to jail dressed as a hooker after losing a bet. He was sitting down next to a woman who I assumed was his woman. "Can you tell us about your new love? Rumors are going on that she is 18." Everyone around them started to clap at this because it was a well-known fact that I was dating a young lady. 
"What is your name?" I asked him. 
"Phillip."
"ARE YOU THE BASTARD WHO IS GIVING OUT WRONG INFORMATION? I swore that was you, Phillip." I laughed heavily. "I am fucking sure that was you. Telling every damn piece of shit that I was fucking an 18-year-old."
There was laughter. The same man continued. "I heard she is Black," he shouted. "I don't think you'll ever go back to the vanilla." I dropped the mic on purpose. 
I sighed. "Pfff the pressure." I picked up the mic. "You know what they say about going Black. There is a very cliche saying but it is part of my life now."
<Laughter>
"Once you get a Black girl, you never pull out. Trust me. We all know the berry is too sweet to fucking pull out. Imagine having all these troublesome mixed babies running around the house because of how sweet that berry was. The aftermath. One is a two-year-old, one is a one-and-a-half-old, and the other one." I placed one hip on my waist and did a front thrust. "Goddamnit I should have pulled out. Aren't no pulling out when that berry is that sweet." 
There was lots of ongoing laughter and I knew damn well I had to continue.  A Black woman came on stage and handed me a bowl of berries. I was hungry for that. 
I tasted one of them and placed it on the little bench that was beside me. "Yum yum. Where did you get that berry woman?"
"It came out from you know where."
I winked. "It is fine with me. As long as it came out from the place you're talking about. No pun intended." 
The audience burst out in laughter again. 
A white man with a bushy face that looked like a Viking stood with a beer in his hand. "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice," he shouted. 
"Oooh an expert. Have you had any Black beauties in your life?" I took a moment to ask him his name and he told me and everyone it was Fred. 
"I wished," he said. "I guessed I'm not a lucky fella."
"What a loser. Sit down you fucking LOSER. What a disgrace. Saying this is forbidden because you have no idea what it tastes like. It is only for White men who fucks Black girls." There was lots of laughter thus making this room even better. "Everyone should know how much of a loser Fred is. Can someone pass this bowl to Fred?"
Someone came out from the audience and accepted it from my hand. 
"It came from you know where." I winked. More laughter returned.