Dead Frank

… so that’s what it feels like to be on the receiving end of racism.

Here’s the story.   I’m sitting on a railing in front of a music shop, taking a quick rest after walking all around the imperial gardens.  The sidewalks are bustling with the lunchtime crowd.  As this one girl approaches me, she puts her hand over her nose and mouth.  She walks past.  Her hand falls back to her side once she’s a few paces away.  Why did she do that?  Because, you know, I’m white.  I might have the swine flu.

Oink, oink.