To: J_F_Shepard who wrote (610416 ) 5/7/2011 11:32:51 AM From: bentway Respond to of 1574883 I find I have to defend Houston here, the city of my birth. Houston is a VERY diverse place, with a large mixed population. It has a lot of racists, but, it also has a majority of fine people, black, white, brown and yellow. Two true Houston stories: I was visiting a friend who'd moved from Austin to Houston in the early seventies, who took me to a regular rock festival at Milby Park. It'd been happening for years with no problems. We went into a wooded area to score some drugs. There were barkers shouting "Acid - get yer ACID right here!", "WEED! I've got yer WEED!" etc. As luck would have it, the cops decided to end the fun that weekend. They started chasing people and beating them with nightsticks the size of softball bats. They grabbed one dealer and locked him in the TRUNK of a police car while a growing crowd watched. The police got shotguns out of the front of the car. A dead silence hung, until one brave soul yelled, "Your gonna NEED those guns motherfucker!" Whereupon a HAIL of rocks and sticks began raining down on the totally outnumbered cops. Who eventually let the guy out of the trunk of their trashed vehicle. I got the feeling they wanted to open up on the crowd with the shotguns, but by that time, a news helicopter was hovering overhead. More cops swarmed into the clusterfuck, and we left. Tale #2: I had acquired a sweet little girlfriend who'd been up from Houston to attend a summer acting workshop for HS actors at the University of Texas. I hitchhiked to Houston to visit her. I was picked up by a hippie-looking man and a woman on the outskirts of Houston. I climbed into the back seat, the floor of which was covered with guns, pistols, rifles, shotguns, etc. Then, I noticed the man had a hypodermic behind his ear like a pencil. They said there were going to the woods to play bandits, and asked if I'd like to go! I declined as they shared a joint with me.. My next Houston ride was with a bunch of Mexicans. They let me get into the back seat between two of them. I told them where I was headed, whereupon they told me that I'd gotten into the wrong car. They said they were a Mexican gang, and all showed me their identical, Aztec-looking tattoos. They said they were going to take me to an out of the way place, then each of them told what HE was going to do to me in turn. I said nothing, tried to act cool, and was kinda waiting for a stop where it looked like I could escape. They dropped me off, laughing their asses off, right where I wanted to go!