So I spent a bit of time chilling with a buffalo solider the other day.
No, mother, I didn’t know he was a buffalo solider when we met.
It struck me as strange. Because being a soldier is pretty normal. But why would you be a buffalo solider. I mean, does he fight against buffalos or is it a metaphor that he soldiers like a buffalo? I asked him repeatedly but he just danced around the topic.
“So what is a buffalo solider anyway?”
“You want the truth?”
“I guess. Unless the lies you have is particularly entertaining. In that case I would prefer that option. Although if you are going to lie, don’t tell me and if I get the truth and your lies mixed up then it will just be funny and we can laugh about that.”
“Are you insane?”
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“Yea, but your sanity is a more important issue. Us buffalo soldiers need to be careful of insane people.”
“But what IS a buffalo soldier? I really do want to know.”
“I’m getting a bit uncomfortable here.”
“Just answer the question.”
I don’t think I’ll be hanging around buffalo soldiers again any time soon.