Oh Shit, I’ve Gotta Hurry Before I Forget This Goldmine Of Material

I just finished talking (or rather listening to) Brother Otis Rose talk for 45 minutes. I was not able to record him, so I'm working with my limited memory of what he said.

He walked in with a hubcap, wearing a leather motorcycle jacket. After asking for my co-workers, he called me Reba, and sat down to talk. Here are the excerpts.

"I've got me a whole lot of artifacts in my house that make the world go round. I've gotta poster of a Russian Lady called Vladimir Putin."

"Reba, do you like brown people? I consider myself a German of Russian descent. People try to tell me I'm black, but if you look at this black, I am not black."

"She said she was married, and I would never want to break that bond. It would tear me up. I've been doing a lot of soul searching in the holiest places. I just cain't break familial bonds like that."

"Reba, I've got 26 miles to walk. I can do it in 3 hours, if a dog doesn't attack me. I need to prepare some ravioli when I get home. Ya know, them stuffed pastas. They are more filling than a bowl of Total cornflakes. Reba, do you know Total cornflakes?"

"Is Cheryl an American woman? I guess that's why she has a most wanted poster for my buddy Osama bin Laden. He's like me, doesn't shave his face."

"I think I found an oriental teahouse in town. Do you know about European tea and cookies? They call them sweets in Europe. That's not we call them. I've got to go to Brookshire's to get me some German bratwurst. You know bratwurst?"

"I like Zsa Zsa Gabor. She's old now. Your name is Rebel? There's a lot of good history about rebels. I like 'em. They have the red-headed or blonde descendents. Like that lady on Desperate Housewives. You know that lady, Reba? She was on the Oprah show. With that lady Barbara Walters. I'm tryin' to remember the other people on there. Whoopi was on talkin' the other day. I've gotta go Reba, now what's my name?"