It happened again...

You may not believe it, but a great moment in sleep deprivation history has happened again, to some extent. To refresh, I shook a brother;s fist one time when he was wanting a bump or as my buddy Eddie calls them, some dap. Anyway, the other night I tried an experiment. I shook this guy's hand normally on the way into the building, on the the way out of the building I did what I call flip the script on him. I stuck my fist out at him and he shook my fist! I wonder if he felt the shame and humiliation that I felt when I did it. On second thought, he could probably care less since he was pretty tipsy. Chalk one up for the crackers.