There were no negars in the room when I dropped the bible, but I did meet a very friendly African American fellow from L.A. on this weekend. His name was Lamin if I recall correctly, and he didn't have a computer but took all our email addresses in case he got one some day. He also rolled a joint for me when I found out that the 7-11 didn't carry Zig Zags (what the fuck is up with that? I was told I had to go to a ********!) and couldn't figure out a blunt wrap for some reason.
Then we got busted by Josh Hart for smoking it in the club