My situational awareness isn't what it should be, but I believe firmly: around blacks, never relax. If I notice a nigger, I'm immediately watching it like a hawk. Mrs. S and I had lunch at a local place, with lots of windows and two opposite entrances. Our area doesn't have a lot of niggers, and I could easily see this groid walking across one parking lot, like a fly on rice. It walked in, looked around at the mostly empty place, then walked straight out the other door.

The fact that it looked around the way it did makes me suspicious. Something in me thinks it wasn't just taking a shortcut.