As one of Yelp LA's most prolific lovers of life and muse to many, KC felt a certain obligation to his fellow black man.
In town with Mrs. KC to buy a house on Schweitzer Mountain, KC answered the call of a dry liver. If he were roaming the streets of Los Angeles, this wouldn't be an issue since dive bars are like ice in an Alaskan February. But here in Sandpoint, Idaho, a town with rumors of racism, a black man needs to watch his ass.
When KC walked into 219 LLC, the music stopped. Actually, there was no music, but KC heard the twang of a banjo and felt animals preparing to pounce.
Bartender: Can I help you?
KC: Hell yes. Fuzzy navel...double.
KC saddled up to the bar and tipped his Tommy Hilfiger hat to the six scraggly looking cowboys bellied up at 10 in the morning.
KC: You fellas come here often?
And with that, we shot the shit like old pals. As it turns out the animals actually were animals. One guy had his cute little Boston Terrier with him. Another is neighbors with Mark Fuhrman....and as it turns out, O.J. actually did kill Ron and Nicole! These guys were awesome!
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