Silly me. I have a bad habit of sounding too cynical and serious when I write for my webpages, so i usually have to include a page like this called the silly page. The name has to be ridiculous because after all this is the silly page. I have no shame. Knowing who really matters has liberated me from the bondage of other peoples' opinion, leaving me a license to represent myself however I want to. I go to a mostly white college, and I happen to live in the same area on breaks and during vacations. It happened to be one of those times, and I was driving down town with my sister. I spotted a friend in the back seat of a car that was next to us, and I saw her boyfriend driving. The car was packed. I knew that Samantha and Kagan would get a kick out of a chance 'what a small world' meeting like this, so being the loud sore thumb that I am, I decided to augment the situation. They didn't notice our car. I harassed my sister giving her an encouraging punch on the shoulder and told her to weave through traffic so that we could drive next to Sam, Kagan & Co. She was self conscious (we were in a HUGE green van) but after a few seconds of being called a chicken, my sister was up to the challenge. She sped up, switched lanes, sped up again, switched again, she bobbed, she wove. We were right there. I rolled down the window and stuck my whole upper torso out. I waved my arms. "Samantha! Kagan!" I yelled. But they wouldn't look at me. "Don't play cute with me!" I yelled. I stuck my head back inside and told Christa (my sister) that Sam and Kagan were trying to be cute. I re-emerged and tried again. Waving and screaming at stop lights, the girl finally looked up. It wasn't Sam. I looked to the driver. It wasn't Kagan! The rest of the girls in the car were utterly frightened at the large African American male screaming at them. The brave peacock driver was showing off by staring me in the face. He smiled and shook his head the way we do when we humor crazy citizens. Black people can turn red. I did. I quickly returned my torso to the interior of my vehicle and proceeded to shrink several inches. Christa couldn't stop laughing. All I could muster was an indignant "And they say we all look alike!"