I got colored mechanics in the United States Navy Yard for the first time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love putting people to work of color.
I grew up in a Navy family.
I rode fire trucks, slid down fire poles, wore a lot of red, and made a lot of appearances. I've always had a special place in my heart for fire fighters.
I was a mechanic in the Navy. And mechanics in the Navy are like mechanics in airlines. You may have more stripes than I do, but you don't know how to fix the airplane.
Color is an intense experience on its own.
I'm sort of East Coast, so I like the off-white and the navy blues and the low-key preppy kind of thing.
My friends and neighbors were always fixing their cars. Soldiers who felt restless wanted to work on something, and they understood cars. Me, I like to look at cars but I was never really a mechanic.
I thought that it would be easier to learn that if I worked in motion pictures. So I went to work with one motion picture producer who was developing a color system. This didn't do to me much good. All I did was pick filters for the camera.
I got beat up up in Texas because my bootlaces were the wrong color.
One time I got dressed in all black, Rambo-style, and took a massive pair of bolt-cutters and nicked a military bike.