He was with a fella I know, down the street, a guy I knew from college and a tomboy.
I complimented the tomboy on her androgynous good-looks, and told her that I'm an old-boy; which got me into the subject of my Wildboy-Theory.
I start explaining it to guy-down-the-street, but this bald-headed fucker could not seem to be able to absorb information coming from a masked-negro. He kept trying to one-up, me, or derail my focus. Finally; I just said, "Stop trying to dominate me."
His response was, "I'm not trying to dominate you! I Just got started talking! You've been talking for 20-minutes..."
He was being a perfect example of my point:
95% of Boys around 13, are conned out of their true-personality, and are sold an idea; an archetype of MAN, to conform-to. But since they're only 13 years-old, they can't fulfill the archetype, so they start pretending. Pretend-confedince, pretend-knowledge. They're like caterpillars; encasing themselves in a hard shell, and waiting to become butterflies, except wisdom doesn't magically-appear alongside physical-stature.
Which is just as well, because the ability to think-independently, is considered a handicap, and a boy-weakness. So for the next 4-years, the man-ling is tasked to become a "disciplined", rule-following order-obeying, test-taker.
Essentially; he is lobotomized. His thoughts are no longer his own. His purpose, is to become whatever his society needs him to be. He becomes his; EGO. The image he has of himself, is based on what others see him as. His true-self is discarded, and quickly forgotten. He becomes a competition-machine, and upon graduation, he is set loose to become, an aggressive-competitor/consumer, and sire of future-generations of agro-comp-cons.
Which is what the baldy was doing while I was attempting to explain my plan for a future of humane-individuals. I actually had to tell him, that I was stopping because he was getting so worked-up.
While I was trying to quickly spit-out my thesis, onion-head was interrupting me in (what seemed-to-me) a timed-pattern.
The weird thing was he kept moving the subject to be his daughter, instead of his son.
I've dealt with that particular-vibe, all my life, so things came to naught.
It's just eternally fascinating to watch a White Man become unhinged, because a "Black"-man speaks with eloquence and authority. And I don't think that I'd be wrong to suggest, that in his mind, I was making him look mediocre.
