Texas

"I remember one time in East Texas we were going in someplace to sit down and get a bite to eat. And the whole place just got quiet. It was a white roadside place. It just got so quiet. Six tough black guys with their hair tied-up with doo rags and me. No one said a word. Not a sound. The tension was incredible. We just decided to get take-out. Food to go. It was like -- did you ever see Easy Rider? The reaction of those rednecks when those hippies walk into the place -- but this was worse. It looked like that -- everybody wearing' cowboy hats. East Texas is really like Mississippi, almost."