Doughboy

And notably, like, as I get in line, the guy in front of me is an older black dude.

He says, what's up?

He says he watches the podcast sometimes.

There's some other guy behind me.

He also says, like, he's asking me some questions about how I ended up at this fair or whatever.

So it's like, you know, I'm standing there.

Once I get done talking to these guys, I'm looking at my phone.

I'm just standing there, looking at my phone, looking at my phone.

And all of a sudden, I just feel like somebody just runs up and just whacks the shit out of me on the back of the head.

And, you know, for a second, I'm thinking it's my girl trying to be funny and just like hitting me too hard, which is honestly the kind of thing that she boneheadedly might do once in a while.

And so I'm trying to, as soon as I get hit, I'm kind of trying to keep my cool already.

I'm like, okay.

And I'm like looking back and I see...

A young black teenager running away.

I didn't really get to see him, but I saw enough to see that he was black and he was probably like 16, let's say.

Shout out him.

And he came up and fired on you from behind?

Damn, he walked him down.

So pretty quickly I realized that he had smacked me in the back of the head with one of these freaking confetti eggs.

So not only did I get whacked in the back of the head, but also I now have confetti inside of my hood, all over the back of my head, whatever.