It’s my country too!

After a tedious day between programming and physics classes, I decided with a couple of friends to go to the local mall for lunch and watch “The Bank Job” movie at the theater. We met at a bus station near school and while waiting for the bus we chatted about preparing my car for a road trip to Washington D.C. I mentioned to them a little story that happened to me once at the DMV while applying for a driver’s license:_

After waiting in line I approached the lady at the counter and presented my American passport along with my social security card
Me: Hi, I’d like to apply for a driver’s license please.
Her: Ook.. Are you a citizen of the united states?
Me: Yes I am.
Her: Since when?
Me: (in my mind: hmm?) I was born and raised here.. lived in other states, and currently here for college.
Her: Well, your social security card is laminated. I’m afraid you’ll have to get a new one and get back to us.
Me: Yeah, it was laminated at the consulate where I renew my passport abroad.
Her: Oh ok.. You’ll have to get a new one from the social security building downtown.
Me: Sure, thanks..

I continued to explain to my friends how much it bothers me when people to look at me as if I’m less of an American citizen than they are, while I -in fact- consider myself a better American than many many people who know nothing about what being an American means! -hey, I was joining the army at some point but I got a scholarship- The bus arrives, we go to the mall and have our lunch then we went to see the movie.. At around 9:30pm we were on our way out of the mall, towards the gate where the bus stop is. As we were walking we passed a couple of guys and one of them -who was talking on his phone- intentionally made us hear “…. and a bunch of mexicans, and some freaky A-raab niggzz ……..”!!!

I turned my head and looked at him while still walking with a question mark all over my face..

Him: Whachu lookin’ at?
I stop, turn around, and take a few steps back to him..
Me: What’s your problem? You always walk around and look for trouble that way?
Him: Get the fuck outta here nigga, I’ toss you to the first floor..
Me: (realize what a douche bag he is, and just smile at him keeping a laugh inside) then I start force my feet stepping away..
Him: You don’t know what I got in my pocket nigga..
Me: looking at him with sarcasm: You’re really kidding yourself..
Him: You’re in my country nigga..
Me: FURIOUSLY POINTING AT HIS FACE: IS MY COUNTRY TOO YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!
Him: A pause.. trying to hide being surprised, kinda just noticing ~perfect American accent~college hoodie~way of speaking, expressions, etc..~
I shake my head looking at him, turn around and walk towards the gate..

Walking behind me with his friend.. just a few seconds pass, the guy makes a gun-loading “shek-click” sound with his mouth, and eventually shoots at me with a big “BOOOOOM” that resonated across the walkway (seriously).. I ignore him and continue walking out and step aside with my friends for cigarettes and he and his friend walk out towards their car (I guess he killed me already, so..)

I light up a cigarette and explain to my friends why I got really pissed off, kind of rewinding how things escalated because of an irresponsible comment.

When we were on the bus back to school, I suddenly pull the my iPod earplugs off, turn to my friends and asked “Hey, weren’t we just talking about how I don’t like people who…” My friends interrupt: “yeaa!! we were talking about it on our way to the mall from school..”