Went out to Louisburg to play golf with my man Ken in Youngsville on Sunday.  A friend and I joined he and his buddy at the Bull Creek Golf Club (where I’ll be playing this Sunday to help raise money for the Franklin County SPCA).
So there we are, so far out that we can’t get cell reception.  It was a great time.  Somehow, Atlanta came up.  I’m kinda from there, and my boy is all-the-way from the A.  One of the guys we played with, a middle-aged white gentleman with a sizable gut, started talking to us about a team from Atlanta he used to play against in a softball league.  He told us team was sponsored by a drug dealer from Detroit.
So I say, “yeah, he’s in jail now.”
He looked at me funny.  My man co-signed my point.
“You’re talkin’ about Meech, right?”
The man with the belly says, “how do you know Meech?”
That’s right, ladies and gentleman.  The regular ol’ every day white man was asking ME how I know who Big Meech was.
Count the instances of irony.  I’m really counting at least four or five.  Yup, welcome to 2009.