Black, Demented Heart

When William was making this piece, to be honest with you, I was high as a kite. We had smoked an hour or so before he decided he wanted to make another masterpiece. I think his high was coming down because he suddenly got a little serious and focused. This to me, was all the more amusing. William got down on all fours and looked up at me through those thick, black-rimmed glasses he always wore on his head or his nose; they weren't prescription glasses- he just wanted people to take him seriously sometimes because he had such a goofy personality. He asked me what he should do. I told him to write what he was feeling on the large sheet of paper he was laying upon. He pondered for a moment and then looked up at me again, this time, with a devilish grin and a twinkle in his eyes. As he wrote the blunt, but sarcastically amusing phrases about "white people" down on the paper with a thick, brown marker that was bleeding its last drop of ink, I could not contain my laughter. It was all too hilarious. William Pope L., the friendliest black artist in America, talking trash about the white folks, writing it down in his chicken scratch, and calling it his masterpiece. He told me to pipe down a couple of times, but that happy-go-lucky personality of Will's soon kicked in, and he joined in on the laughter.