Once when I was a young teenager I had ended up in the wrong part of town. Got ruffed up by a few people of the opposite skin color of my own and told that honkeys like me shouldn't be in their city. I shoved him back and called him a ni**er (** used to prevent FDC and airporitis from exploding).
So I called him that, and he got really upset by it and whipped out his pistol and shoved it in my face and screaming at me about calling him that.
I said - Dude, it's totally cool, i have a friend that is black.
He put down his gun and we hugged it out and went on our way peacefully.
That's funny. One of my best friends, Tony, is dark. Really dark. I can't tell you how many times we have been out somewhere and I run into someone I know or whatever and they say what's up or ask what I am doing. Tony is also a big dude, so it makes it more fun when I answer that I am just hanging out with my colored friend. The looks on people's faces is priceless. We crack up every time.