Wigga party tonight at Claire's place.
Back in Asbury Park, Bruce and I and some of our mates would round up those wigga boys, push them into a car, drive down to Newark, push them out near Penn Station, and start yelling "these boys hate niggers . . . niggers, they hate niggers". They may or may not make it home.
True story. Shit like that happened, except I was the one in handcuffs getting pushed out of the car, and I would not have uttered the N-word.