upon moving to the US and A, I jokingly made a bet with a close friend on how long it would take to be called Hard R.

Yesterday, on the way from the bar to the ATM , I crossed the street in front of what I thought was a random SUV.

woop woop

my heart dropped

I waved and said "sorry sir", and the pork rolled down his window and yelled

"watch yourself n****r"

Enjoying bullet free internals, I walked away to to withdraw the cash, and relayed the story to the lads when I returned to the bar.