G.R.i.D. (Get Rich in Dallas)

Sorry guys but I am sooo tired from hearing about the Old 97s. OK, they have a new album. OK, they were almost bigger than big. OK, there were in a Jennifer Aniston movie. OK, they are the new Old 97s. But come on! They aren’t the greatest Dallas band and personally, I just don’t think they are all that great to begin with save for maybe their first two albums. Following albums all just blended together. Lots a talent, not a lot of range. So can we please quit hanging on to the Old 97s pipe dream of Dallas’ shot at music stardom because I think that’s just what it boils down to. Move on, there are newer bands that blow these guys away.

However, if you missed out on tickets to their sold out (groan) show at House of Blues, you can catch them free here.

So this ends up just being some chatter but Dave White remains funny and quotable. A helluva lot more so than friggin’ Ani DiFranco. And that will make sense come June.

And for a recap, you can go here:
Part I
Part II
Part III

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RL: Robert Wilonsky. He used to write for LA Weekly

DW: I know who he is actually

RL: He knows Alonso if I’m not mistaken. Film crits and stuff

DW: yep

RL: cuz that’s why he wanted to “borrow” it

DW: that’s funny

RL: I prolly shouldn’t complain. He gave me that ultra DVD set of all the seasons of Sex and the City. I think that’s like a $250 box. Sooo….if you lose out to Sarah Jessica Parker, I hope you’ll understand.

DW: I will yes. And it just means you’ll go buy another copy of the book…which works for me

RL: oh, well, um, I just checked out this copy I read from the library. I mean the GAY library

DW: buy that shit! I’m almost near royalties territory!

RL: well, um, you might hate the fact that I work part time in a discount book store too

DW: hahahaha

RL: but I did buy the FIRST copy legit from Crossroads, which ain’t there anymore.

DW: yeah what the fuck happened to crossroads?

RL: I think a cross between bad biz management and landlord hiking up the rent but mostly the latter. Occasional Piece closed down and so did Shades of Grey, all in the same strip

DW: dang

RL: TMC closed down and Sue Ellen’s is moving in their spot. TMC is rumored to flip flop over into Sue Ellen’s old spot Will Kevin James play you in the movie?

DW: he should, shouldn’t he?…I think he should.

RL: Where did you live when here in Dallas?

DW: we lived just south of Highland Park in what I believe is now called Knox park. Back then it was just called “the poor part of town south of highland park“

RL: now it’s all condos and shops and called Knox/Henderson

DW: right…yeah our dumpy old apartment was renovated and is now a condo

RL: do u spin cd’s or vinyl?

DW: at the eagle its all CDs…at other places I’ve done it it’s been vinyl

RL: I shouldn’t keep ya any longer. Prolly need to go polish up your leather vest for your gig, huh? Heh

DW: ha-ha…yeah I don’t own a leather vest…but the customers do…the ones that bother to wear shirts of any sort at all I mean

RL: ugh. TBRU was couple weekends ago. Went to Door to check it out. MADHOUSE!

DW: it’s a shirts-off kind of place

RL: so friggin packed I couldn’t get through. And I’m not a small guy so it was worse. Literally walked in, sucked into the vortex and by the time I squeezed outta there, felt like I just walked out of 9/11.

DW: hahahaha…yeah the bears take up space…I saw your myspace pics. You seem normal bear sized.

RL: heh. I don’t know what the average rate is now.

DW: thick! Ha-ha

RL: I keep trying to work out but nutter butters get in the way…when I had your book, it was on my bookshelf next to Alonso’s. Awww. Ha-ha

DW: that’s sweet…our books are butt buddies

RL: well, now, Alonso’s book is tragically alone thanks to coworker theft…at least in my apt

DW: dang thieves

RL: hot tranny mess thieves

DW: hahahaha

RL: Well, Mr. Dave, I’m going to let you go. I just realized other than nutter butters, I haven’t eaten anything and I’m kind of hungry. Plus, I know you need to line up your play list. I hope you have Iron Maiden in there today.

DW: today is 80s day

RL: SWEEEEEEET

DW: so I’m mandated to play Janet Jackson…which is fine…I’m no artiste

RL: 80s dance? Or 80s in general

DW: I’m a human jukebox. On Sundays, I get to play rock and roll…but Saturdays I play vintage Madonna and prince per the hot owner’s request

RL: and black Michael Jackson?

DW: yes…well light brown…and so yeah it’s time for lunch…good talking to you man…feel free to chat me up whenever…I’m easily distracted

RL: likewise and thank you. It’s been a pleasure.

DW: same here…later man

RL: I haven’t officially mentioned that I just REALLY liked your book. Good work. Later!

DW: aw shucks…thanks!

RL: heh…enjoy your weekend

DW: signed off.

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And there you have it. Probably my best interview to date. I need more like these. Hope you liked. Now go buy the book!

You probably have just a couple more days to catch this month’s issue of Envy but I urge you to grab it if you can. Then, turn to page 14 and see why Davon Ramos should not be a writer. With quite possibly the dumbest intro of all time to his parade of techy video toys for their E-Tech column, this only proves Envy thinks more about being hip than having quality. And that Ramos should stick to his film work. I’d link to it on here but their website is a lukewarm mess that doesn’t get me anywhere.

Now, why did I pick it up in the first place? Oh, they have some stuff that makes me curious. They’ll cover a local band for flavor (this month is Deaf Pedestrians) and then I used them to check some club events that we weren’t necessarily focusing on at my paper and I must embarrassingly admit that I wrote a few columns for them way back when. So, I would pick it up wondering if I should ever consider writing a friggin’ 800 word column for $25. The answer is a quick no. And why? Oh, because, if you flip through the rest, Envy basically sucks a$$.

Local theater company is saying bye-bye to Dallas and hello to the Windy City. The notice today from the Bootstraps Comedy Theater says the following:

So Kim and I (Matt) are moving to Chicago this week and we’re kidnapping Bootstraps and taking it with us. Dallas has been great to us. Let’s hope Chicago is even better. Thank you all for your awesomeness.

Matt Lyle

You might know them from such hits as The Boxer, which GRiD mentioned way back when, and…well…um…I think that was it. I guess getting off the ground for theater in Dallas is harder than it looks so all the new guys just up and leave. Boohoo for us. The Boxer was hella funny and won some major Column awards which they so proudfully boast about on their blog. As they should.

Best o’ luck to ya Bootstraps. Yer always welcome back! Until then, we’ll just watch this over and over.

My favorite local comedian, now that Andrea is gone, has just filled me with jealousy as he just made the following announcement:

Ugh. Here I go and take classes for broadcasting and do all this prep and whatever just to be looked over! Damn you all! You will scream in pain as my wrath takes over!!

OK, now that that’s passed…just had to let that out before my pent up energy resulted in drowning my sorrows in a fattening milkshake. I love JF. Hella hilarious and P & K will be all the better for it.

Still….dammit.

This third part of the interview, White and I begin to conclude the official chat and then go on to discuss stuff that really wasn’t on the record. I edited that post interview stuff down since much of its priceless but I want to be fair. Cuz that’s just the kind of guy I am.

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RL: A reader might think you are bitter. Is that true or false…or have a bitter disposition…

DW: Well my book is about a version of me that was pretty unhappy…At that moment…And I also think that the book shows me being unhappy in a kind of–hopefully–funny way.

RL: I saw it mostly as cynical but yeah, funny as hell

DW: So I’m not bitter at all, really. I get cranky like everyone does, and I express it with gusto…But I’m pretty jolly, I think, like all fat people are supposed to be.

RL: ha-ha…perhaps. Hey, what record store did you work at here?

DW: CDX in Hurst…We were awesome.

RL: Good Records here is about to celebrate their 8th anniversary. Prolly the coolest store around here since everything else is pretty much closed. Q - So, what do you do now? Still freelancing or primarily writing for the Advocate?

DW: my current writing gigs are: I review movies for Movies.com; I write a semi-regular column that’s just sort of about my life for The Advocate called “The White Party.” They gave it that title…Because they thought it was funny that I would ever be near The White Party. I told them it would be funnier if we called it “White Power” but that didn’t fly. I also write regular weekly recaps of “American Idol” and “Project Runway” for Advocate.com.

RL: oh yeah? I’m a PR nut…I’ll have to go read that.

DW: And I write film and TV and music commentary for MSNBC.com, and then I have a daily blog. http://djmrswhite.livejournal.com/…so plug that!

RL: do you still consider yourself goth and punk rock?

DW: I was never a goth…I was punk once in the 80s…and now I’m just a dork

RL: I think you said you were in the book

DW: and I listen to more metal than anything these days…oh, actually I know what you’re referring to…I think I said, “Meteorologically speaking, I’m a goth” because I hate the sun. I live for the shade and the indoors

RL: Q - How does one go from punk to dork?

DW: it’s fairly easy…you just stop trying

RL: when did you start writing?

DW: the minute I finished reading “Harriet the spy” in the 4th grade…I thought she was the coolest person I’d ever read about and I immediately got a notebook like her and decided I was going to write things down and be just like her. “Professionally”, I started writing in like 1997 or 98. I had a zine called “Handsome,” which was pretty dumb…but then “Instinct” magazine came along and I picked up their first issue and saw the music page and went “pfffthbbtt” and emailed the editor and told him how I thought it sucked. Mind you, this is NOT THE WAY to get a writing job. But the magazine was new and the editor, Gabriel, was stressed out and he had no help and no money and he offered me the job for no pay.” And I reviewed music for them for free for two years. Then when I moved to Los Angeles they started paying me a pittance.” Why I keep adding closed quotation marks to these sentences is beyond me. So then I slowly just got more work over time.

RL: who all else did you work for?

DW: Gosh, so many websites and magazines. If you go to imdavewhite.com I list them there. But I wrote for “Glue” magazine which was this L.A. style and fashion magazine. I’ve written for The Village Voice and somewhat sporadically for The L.A. Weekly, which is L.A.’s alternative weekly paper. And a lot more. I will write for anyone who pays me. I’m a word-hooker.

RL: is LA Weekly a VV paper?

DW: yeah it is…I think it didn’t used to be but it is now

RL: We are too…well, not this Red mag but the Observer

DW: right

RL: ok, almost done here…Q - Who is DW: now as opposed to the DW: in the book? What’s changed and what hasn’t

DW: I am less freaked out about everything. Sort of. Los Angeles has taught me to be less quickly angered. I’m the same guy though, just fatter now. And by fatter I mean HOTTER.

RL:right? Q - Do you do the whole bear scene thing even though I get the feeling you’re opposed to labels

DW: DW: Yeah not into labels at all. But the bears adopted me and I love them. Even though I can barely grow facial hair.

RL: ouch.

DW: What are you going to do?

RL: Tattoo it on if you must have it.

DW: ha-ha

RL: Q - so what do you do when not writing? What’s a normal non writing day like for you?

DW: well I DJ at this fag bar here called The Eagle. Guess what kind of bar that is! And I hang out with friends and we go to bakeries. And I vacuum a lot. I have a Dyson.

RL: nice

DW: So it keeps me at home

RL: Q - and what’s on the horizon

DW: I’m working on a second book of essays that I hope someone wants to publish. And I’m going to be DJing this afternoon for beer bust. So that’s the macro and the micro version of my horizon.

RL: essays about….

DW: ME ME AND MORE ME

DW: I am my own brand

RL: much like Paris Hilton?

DW: kinda, but her dick is bigger

RL: I could probably talk to you all day about your book and music and stuff but I my official interview questions are finished…unless you have anything to add

DW: hmmm…was I entertaining enough?

RL: without a doubt but I take exception to your tacos claim.

DW: dude I’m serious…the tacos here will fucking melt your brain

RL: don’t know man; check out the taqueria at the Texaco station on Inwood and 35. That’s my little piece of culinary heaven.

DW: you can take me there when I come back to town

RL: ha-ha…for sure.

DW: we’ll be taco pals…that sounded lezzie-ish

RL: that place knocks me out. But then I’ve never had CA tacos. Hah, a friend of mine and I are planning a taqueria tour around town…Taco Pals could be your next title

DW: that sounds delicious. It could be!

RL: when u say u listen to metal, u talking new stuff or the old

DW: both…my favorite new-ish metal band is called “bone awl”…and they are brutal…deranged noise…all their songs are about pain and suffering. It’s pretty great.

RL: this local band Hogpig kicked all kinds of ass, released a cd and then broke up. UGH! Loved them

DW: never heard em. I’ll check em out…go to aquariusrecords.org and you can hear little sound clips of bone awl…my favorite record store…they’re in san Francisco…all weird music all the time…so speaking of the bear thing, are you on any of the bear sites?

RL: no. my friend tells me that I’ll find a boyfriend on bear411 but I’m pretty lazy about doing it.

DW: ahh…ha-ha…you just might man…you’d at least get laid, if that’s the kind of man you like

RL: yeah but don’t know. Unmotivated. Or gettin’ old. Heh

DW: how old are you

RL: 35

DW: that ain’t old, son!

RL: I know. I just use it as an excuse. I loaned your book to my coworker and he hasn’t given it back. Ha-ha I think he’s trying to keep it but he’s also hot so I let him get away with stuff

DW: that’s how you do it. Be cute and people will let you do whatever you want. Which coworker is this?

TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK!

 

I realize it is wrong of me not to care too much about the Dallas Stars even though they are kicking much ass of late, but it is the simple truth. I don’t care. The fact is that hockey doesn’t interest me much. Three hours for a score that totals less than five – just can’t get behind it. Sorry.

However, I would be willing to head out to their game tomorrow only to see one of my favorite local bands play. I just read that Black Tie Dynasty will be playing tomorrow at the American Airlines Center during the final intermissions of the Stars game against the Detroit Red Wings in front of a practically maximum capacity crowd. Plus, they’ll be playing on the Plaza of the center beforehand at 6 p.m. free and open to everybody.

I imagine they’ll be playing some new stuff since they are on the verge of releasing their new album and have a spankin’ new song up on their page. I hate to admit, the song doesn’t give me the same tingly feeling as their previous albums. Having said that, this version is also a live recording so maybe in its final form, it will go back to days of BTD yore.

My boys are getting back on track again to take the city by storm. I just hope they can start taking the rest of the nation with ‘em. They so deserve it and I don’t what you non-believers say

Plus, I guess while I’m at it, I can say this for once – Go Stars!

Buddy Zach asked me to join him in going to the VIP preview party of the Gordon Biersch Brewery Restaurant tonight all the way up in Plano. And like, furthest Plano. I’m not sure what exists after north after where we were but it was hella far. But I was happy to oblige.

After making the long drive to the Shops at Legacy, Buddy Z was running behind so I figured I’d check out the stores across the street at the busier part. I’ve been there once before only partook in a movie at the Plano Angelika and a couple of drinks and a bad Beatles cover band at Martini Park. The area is definitely the scene for Plano as the sidewalks were packed and restaurant patios full and music blaring from inconspicuous speakers in trees and the ground. Hell, there’s even a big lake or pond or whatever body of water term is appropriate with a fountain in the middle. It was almost heaven. That is if the air up north wasn’t so thin. Chuckle. If I can figure my new phone out, I’ll put the picture I think I took up on here in a bit.

Otherwise, the shops don’t seem so accessible as much as they should be. The problem with many of these boutique shopping villages that want to attract everybody is that they don’t put the obvious stores in. I might have an interest one day in a wrought iron bed or a fancy pastry but if I wanted to simply browse through books or check out some new CD’s, God forbid I do it there. West Village was similar but they put in a Border’s finally and Legacy Trading Company was actually good for that too. Why don’t these places put more time killers in there?

B Z finally made it and in we went to the packed house at Biersch. According to B Z, the place wasn’t opening until Monday but showing off its wares tonight. He had the inside track because he wrote this place up for his paper (the link isn’t up yet, I think tomorrow it should be) Kind of strange being that a mid-week preview would have been more suitable so they could start making some bank this weekend but then again, I ain’t no restaurant manager/owner. So, we check in, wait a while for a beer at the uber-busy bar (complimentary) and headed to find a spot.

Appetizers were on hand floating around on white platters supported by roaming waiters. Fortunately some pot stickers found our way and whatever was in those, was h-e-a-v-e-n. One waiter “had no idea” but he knew chicken was in there and I thought I tasted some horseradish and perhaps felt some slight cabbage shreds but the menu (PDF ALERT!). The outer pastry was both crusty and soggy; the latter I assume being an accident sitting just too long in its own sauces which was probably like two seconds because they were otherwise fresh.

We saw other food floating around but somehow they never headed in our direction. I was sad because I was most curious about their menu which Z described as variety in the sense of New American. After reading their menu, think fancy bar food a la TABC or Maguire’s.

But the selling point of the place is their beers. This is their pride and joy with good reason. They weren’t bad but you’re hearing that from someone who prefers to drink only one kind of beer and nothing else. Z recommended the Czech Lager as the closest in taste to my girl which it may have been but I don’t know since I’m not a beer expert at tasting. It wasn’t ice cold which might have made a difference but I could sense similarities however it had a stronger bitterness to it. Would I drink it again? Perhaps. Would I order it again? Not if Stella was in the house. Then the waiter gave me a Marzen which looked beautifully golden in its tall glass and nice head. Oh, it looked like haps heaven. That is until I tasted it. It has great and probably perfect body for a beer but its antiseptic taste threw me off. Big time. I felt like I was drinking my pediatrician’s office when I was a kid. Ironically, it’s their most popular beer. I tasted Z’s dark Shwarziber which was OK considering I cannot stand dark beers save for Shiner Black. It tasted like pretty much every other dark beer I’ve ever tried and didn’t like however it goes down smoothly.

No more food headed our way and clearly the party was starting to wind down. But when the lights went up at 9:30ish, I was like whoa, let’s jet! So off we went back across the street to Sal’s Pizza. I was hoping it was merely a coincidental moniker but it is the same as the Wycliff location and I was soon appropriately disappointed. Their pizza isn’t bad and hits the spot for pizza cravings but that place is never my first choice. But the pepperoni and green olives hit the spot…and definitely my arteries!

Double checked the site and yes, GB opens Monday. Try it and tell me how the rest of the food tastes.

I completely blame my family. If it wasn’t for dad’s support of the chocolate industry or mom’s proclivities to pizza, I’m quite sure I’d be the slender athletic person I see myself as…usually while tending to my Boston Market pot pie. But I get this email from my cousin who I see maybe once every two years.

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thought everyone would like this

There was a time when one coney combo would have been enough. But, not anymore. Introducing a deal guaranteed to give you double the coney for less money. For a limited time get 2 regular chili cheese coney combos for only $5.00 plus tax. Each includes your choice of regular fries or tots and a medium soft drink. Just click the coupon to print.

I usually just head to Sonic to take advantage of their sweet Happy Hour for half-off drinks and rarely find myself there for food now so I hope this doesn’t lead me into temptation.

So last we heard, Dave White had just found a boyfriend to go and mess with the comforts of his everyday life. How can such a thing be? Hell, I’d kill for just a date right now. BTW, thanks Match.com for wasting my money. White makes the most of it but how does it turn out? Read on:

Rich Lopez : How did meet Alonso?

Dave White PM: This is a pre-Internet story….Here goes: A female friend dared me to place a personal ad in the Dallas Voice. I resisted and told her it was for losers. But she said, “You have nothing to lose.” So I placed one that gave zero physical attributes and zero sexual desires. It was just a list of cultural stuff I liked. I figured that at the very least whoever responded to it would say, “Oh, a guy who likes Jawbox. We can go to shows together.” About nine guys replied. All of them wanting to know how big my dick was. And one of them said, “Hey, you sound interesting, we should talk.” So that was him… And we met. And there was no connection besides friendly conversation having. But we decided to go see movies together. So we did that. No dating. Nothing. Strictly platonic. He wasn’t into me, to be honest. I was not his type. I was this guy who looked like the plumber who comes to fix the toilet. He was into little blond twinks at the time. But then about 10 months in, one night he kissed me. And that’s how that happened. That was almost 13 years ago.

Rich Lopez : congratulations on the 13 years

Dave White : thanks! He’s the luckiest man on Earth.

Rich Lopez : lol…Alonso was in the same gay youth group I was in YEARS ago at the DGA or whatever. it was called GLYA. We never knew each other beyond a hello but whatever

Dave White : oh you knew him? Oh wow.

Rich Lopez : he was always nice but we never knew each other. Q - I’m trying to imagine you as a middle school teacher. Where was this and for how long?

Dave White : ft worth 8 years…I loved that job. I was good with middle school kids, too. I think I scared them into behaving. I have a voice that projects.

Rich Lopez : probably works best on rebellious teens. Q - so how do you describe your book?

Dave White : As a pack of lies.

Rich Lopez : and that concludes the interview….lol

Dave White : hmmm… how do i describe the book…I usually say, “This book is light reading for your bathroom.” Because it sure ain’t heavy or meaningful. What always shocks me, though is how people respond to it. I figured some gays would like it. But I get emails weekly from total strangers who are from all over the place in terms of identity. LOTS of women.

Rich Lopez : really? what do they say?

Dave White : Well I’ve come to learn that women are the biggest readers. And straight women, in general, love gay men. And so they just tell me that I made them laugh. One wanted to buy me a bathrobe. That was weird.

Rich Lopez : straight “normal” women or fag hags?

Dave White : Straight regular women.

Rich Lopez : go figure.

Dave White : Not especially fag-haggish…I know, it’s pretty suprising all the time. I’ve had heterosexual men email me, telling me how much they liked it and how they gave it to their gay male friends. Not one but TWO evangelical Christian ministers emailed me…To tell me how much they dug it. That blew my mind. I interviewed Paul Rudnick for The San Francisco Chronicle in 2006 and in the middle of the interview, he says, “Did you write a book?” And I go, “Yeah, why?” And he goes, “I wondered if this was you. Your book is fantastic.” And I was equally blown away by that. I think of this book as this tiny thing…That like 3000 people have bought so far. I mean, there were not that many reviews. No publicity. But somehow word of mouth has kept it going.

Rich Lopez : That’s too cool. I was wondering if you had done a book tour. RE: the ministers - That’s pretty fascinating. Guess you never know what people are up to. Q - I’m curious about your use of the “F” word. Especially with it being the new “N” word and what not. First, why use it? 2nd, do you get flak for it? 3rd, is there an entitlement to using it much the same way a black guy will say “nigga”

Dave White : I did go on a book tour that I set up myself, but mostly to cities in California. It was short.

Dave White : as for the F word…its use on the cover was sort of my publisher’s idea…anyway, my publisher called me one day and said, “we need a subtitle because no one will know what it’s about if it’s just called ‘Exile in Guyville.’ And so I popped off with, “How a punk rock redneck faggot Texan etc…” It was kind of a goof…But she liked it. So it stuck. I am a big fan of “fag” and “faggot” and “gay” to describe things that are lame. I realize that this is wrong of me. But I also realize that I don’t give a fuck. One of the great things about being an adult is that you get to live how you like. And my friends know that when I say, “Dammit, this faggot stapler won’t work,” that I’m not being a self-loathing queer. I’m just being adorable.

Rich Lopez : did u get any flak for it from readers?

Dave White : not much…I think the title selects and de-selects readers…if you hate the casual use of the word “faggot” then you probably won’t even pick up the book and buy it…But I just want those faggots to know that I love them too. I love all us faggots.

Rich Lopez : (“Faggot”) in the title is a bit different than using it in some of the conversation in the book. I guess that’s more of what I’m getting at. Is, if people commented on using it in the book so much.

Dave White : no they didn’t at all…No one seemed to care. And here’s what even funnier. After all that T.R. Knight bullshit…The Advocate ran a cover line that read “The F Word Is Off Limits!”

Rich Lopez : yeah, I read that

Dave White : And I laughed because I WRITE for The Advocate and I use that word all the time. And they never edit me. I mean they do edit me…But they don’t make me change that word. Ever.

Rich Lopez : Why do you think that is?

Dave White : I think I get away with a lot there. I’ve written for them for about eight years now. And from the start I was the guy writing pro-Eminem CD reviews and whatever. They’re used to me.

Rich Lopez : I’m going off on a tangent but is there a hypocrisy to that you think? Or do they just do not put two and two together?

Dave White : Explain…I don’t get the question actually. Oh, is it hypocrisy on their part do you mean? Or mine?

Rich Lopez : yeah…theirs

Dave White : I don’t think so. To be totally serious here, I think that language is either effective and communicative or it’s not. To be offended by language is to be not-too-bright, frankly. So for me…it’s all about does this writing communicate what it’s supposed to and hopefully the reader is down for it and gets it.

Rich Lopez : Do you think/see “faggot” as equivalent or less to “nigger”?

Dave White : I want readers who get it and who have a sense of humor about it. I do see them as somewhat equivalent in way. I mean, obviously “nigger” carries with it the weight of slavery and history and death.

Dave White : “Faggot” has been around for less time. But for us, obviously, it carries similar negative weight.

Rich Lopez : I’m mostly asking because of curiosity. I can see “f” being offensive but at the same time I don’t know why the pink triangle is a symbol of pride considering it came from the Holocaust. Stuff like that. Anyways, back on track now. Q - How old are you?

Dave White : So for me, being white, I don’t use “The N Word,” unless I’m in the car and I’ve got NWA on and then no one hears me and I think even Dre wouldn’t mind then.” But I’m a faggot. And I can say faggot all day if I like. And my straight friends say it to me and we all go ha ha. But yeah it’s a big mixed up thing. If people don’t like the word faggot then they shouldn’t use it. And they should still buy my book because I use the word in the nicest way possible at all times.

Dave White : I am 43.

In the next installment we talk about the state of Oak Lawn, his home habits and tacos. Stay tuned! By the way, I’m very aware some hyperlinks should be up in this shiz but I’ll get to that after I’m done posting this interview. Yes, I am that lazy.