Anthony is in the gutter.

"I am a behavioural racist."



"Coffee isn't meant to be drunk after such a reckless use of a condiment."



"I am always sexually safe. It is like a code. And irregardless, sugar always says 'hello' to me...it always says hello, how are things?' You know? When no one else does."



"Of course. it makes life worth living."

"I'm just off the train I go down the stairs and out the door and this kid just got all in my way..."

"You take the southshore?"

"Blue Island."

"Dig."

"I can't get my stereo to work in my car and I hate being that alone with my thoughts, so I train in."

"Of course."

"He's got his hood up and is taking in this girl, you know? He is blocking the sidewalk and I have to almost walk into the street to get around him. He knows I'm there."

"The city keeps the gutters pretty clean."

"So I start thinking--not too much, you know, but it sets on me that I'm angry, not at him, but this fuckin' behaviour of his, right? I mean this is my own race and I got these crazy racist thoughts rollin around in my head, but it was only triggered by this mope's behaviour."

"Don't give me you've solved racial conflicts, without mentioning; the religious, social economic and political ones."

"I'm just talking about me. You can dig right?"

"Right."

"You know?"

"Right of course."

"I'm just getting this right in my own life."

"Yes of course."